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Comment on all the news that’s fit to sing by S

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 19:04:22 +0000

still a little too hot for soup!

who are you meeting with? i don’t think you’ve told me! whatsupwiththat??

Comment on Vacation by indie goddess

indie goddess — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 19:12:00 +0000

HERE IS A COMMENT. WHEN YOU SEE THAT YOU HAVE ONE YOU WILL BE HYPTNOTIZED INTO WRITING A NEW ENTRY.

But seriously, hi! I was so glad to see this entry. I wish you’d update more often!

Comment on Westward Ho! by tobyhanna

tobyhanna — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 14:05:12 +0000

You can always come and go through the decorations with us!
I asked son to go with me, and I hope he will to, if firstborn is ok with that!

Comment on Westward Ho! by s

Mon, 27 Oct 2008 05:34:50 +0000

i’m hoping o will go with you, i don’t want you going alone! so if he doesn’t, we’ll have to figure SOMETHING out! i’m excited too, i can’t wait to have help cooking!! =P and you are SO NOT ALONE! but going through the christmas decorations should definitely happen. i think a lot of them are way past their prime and are starting to disintegrate… but cool that e is special enough to get the decorations *ahem* cuz i know i sure didn’t LAST YEAR! LAAAAME! love you!

Comment on Dad’s Birthday by 92 « Illegal Jesus

92 « Illegal Jesus — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 05:07:24 +0000

[...] 92 My mom misses her dad. [...]

Comment on Dad’s Birthday by s

Fri, 24 Oct 2008 05:01:30 +0000

yea i teared up when you wished him a happy birthday. funny how i went my entire life not ever REALLY interacting with him until i was “forced” to go sit with him during the last few months. what’s really funny is that in that short short time i really felt like we connected in some odd way, it was like we finally understood each other, or like he was finally seeing me as someone he could actually interact with. and i felt incredibly important during that time, because i could understand him, which was sometimes hard to do because he wasn’t talking much. but the workers looked to me to find out what he was saying and what he needed and i felt important to him. funny huh? i’d sneak him doughnut holes and he’d smile and pat my hand. he had a way of smiling a giant smile through his eyes. i’m glad i got those few times with him in that kitchen, they actually meant more to me than anyone could really imagine. and he’ll continue to be with all of us. i know he’ll be with me when i am in their house staring at his chair, wherever gammy is, in any garden, wherever i hear the name “annie oakley”, and of course in the air vents. he’s everywhere, and that’s nice to know. happy birthday, pappap! <33333

Comment on Dad’s Birthday by RM

RM — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 04:56:51 +0000

E is right; life’s not over until it’s over.

I understand what you mean about being on the sidelines of something so wonderful. I’ve experienced that with my own parents. My brother and I grew up with the legend of high school sweethearts, something neither of us achieved, and now we kind of feel like failures (last time I was home for Christmas, we joked about how mom and dad’s fake kids would give them grandchildren before their real kids). But even just knowing that that kind of relationship exists in the world is enough.

Your dad spoke to me a total of about 3 times, I think, but I always liked him (even though he scared me sometimes – I never wanted him to think I was dumb!) and I adored the way he looked at your mom

Comment on Dad’s Birthday by e

Fri, 24 Oct 2008 04:48:39 +0000

This made me cry. Our relationship was so complicated – more complicated than it should have been, I think, but I miss him every day. And I miss him for you, and for Gammy, every day.

The thing about finding the note… That is so him.

There’s only one thing I object to, and that’s you’re saying “though I’ll never have that.”

I’d only point you to what you said just above it: He had sworn off women, newly divorced from the mother of his children. Then he saw mom sitting on the steps of the apartment. He wanted to take care of her because she looked so tired.

You never know what you’ll never have until there’s no time left to have anything. You can’t possibly know that you’ll never have that until you’re dead. And here’s hoping that that’s decades and decades and centuries away.

I love you.

Comment on a little bummed by e

Sun, 21 Sep 2008 20:31:27 +0000

IA with S. It’s not your fault. It’s absolutely, completely not your fault. And it wasn’t your fault the last time, either. That call was complete bullshit and unfortunately it seems like we live in a world where we get punished for other people’s bullshit calls.and being punished like that can really make you start freaking out every time anything goes wrong, convinced that you’ve made a horrible mistake because even if you haven’t, you’ll likely get in trouble for it anyway.

But it’s not your fault. That DOES matter.

Re: your “I want to curl up in a ball/I tend to take it personally/thoughts of my inadequacies” bit: I read that and thought “SO THAT’S WHERE I GET THAT FROM.”

You and me, both.

I love you.

Comment on a little bummed by S

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 17:52:53 +0000

i know it’s hard mom but you were definitely not at fault, either time really. remember to take it one day at a time. this will pass and down the road, once it’s done with, it will be less scary to think about, just like the last time. love you.