tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post1449739857186997221..comments2023-10-08T05:57:12.595-05:00Comments on Nobody Called Today: In Which I Engage In Cathartic BehaviorsNOBODYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276906004956692545noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-86729533934982109362012-04-02T16:44:30.946-05:002012-04-02T16:44:30.946-05:00I have also lost a mother too early in life. I fel...I have also lost a mother too early in life. I felt like no one understood the extent of my pain but then I read a quote from Liam Neeson. Someone asked him about his grief for Natasha Richardson. He said, "You just have to forgive the ones who don't understand. Because if they did understand, that would mean they know the hurt and I would rather them not understand then to have felt the hurt."<br />I agree with Liam. I forgive them and hope they never understand.<br /><br />I'm so sorry for your loss. Your mother sounds like a lovely person. My heart goes out to you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-58087211083236498592012-04-01T16:33:36.812-05:002012-04-01T16:33:36.812-05:00Everyone needs a good catharsis. I love you.
I do...Everyone needs a good catharsis. I love you.<br /><br />I don't know what to say other than you've been on my mind a lot and I wish I could hug you or make you my kick-ass cookies and just sit with you awhile (and maybe hold AJ).Mrs. Ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14159440829600935461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-54389697605206396132012-04-01T08:18:35.070-05:002012-04-01T08:18:35.070-05:00Thank you everyone, for your comments. I have love...Thank you everyone, for your comments. I have loved them.Nobodyhttp://nobodycalledtoday.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-4092231888485235992012-03-31T22:16:38.797-05:002012-03-31T22:16:38.797-05:00I haven't lost my parents yet, but I lost my D...I haven't lost my parents yet, but I lost my Dad's Mom when I was 14. She was my very favorite person in the world and I still miss her acutely. Sometimes though, I dream about her. I dream that I spend all night just sitting and talking to her, and when I wake up, even though I can't remember what we said, I feel like I was really with her and it gives me comfort.<br />I thought about you today during Elder Scott's talk in General Conference. If you didn't get to hear it yet, you should check it out.Heffalumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13166154112206680302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-42670202819094455192012-03-30T14:49:42.053-05:002012-03-30T14:49:42.053-05:00Post all you want about your mom. It's your bl...Post all you want about your mom. It's your blog and your grief. Grieving is so personal and no one will do it the same. And you're right- it hits you at weird times and you never know how or what will set it off. I remember when Nicole died I was in Walmart and I could not comprehend how everyone there was just going on like everything was normal. Did they not know?!!?!?!? It makes my heart hurt thinking about it and that was 14 years ago. I'm so sorry your heart if hurting. It sucks. So bad. I love you and I've been a sucky friend, but I'm here to talk to. I haven't lost my mom, but I have felt that horrible ache of losing my sister, so I understand the heartache. <3Torihttp://swampbrat.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-61797713787220279232012-03-30T09:17:58.993-05:002012-03-30T09:17:58.993-05:00Loved the post. I have missed them and you. Enou...Loved the post. I have missed them and you. Enough about you... it reminded me of my Mom. The thing my girls remember about my Mom is that she would read as many books to them as they wanted. I say "they" but in reality #2 was just a baby and didn't get to know her. I don't correct her because they both own this memory. It belongs to them and is cherished... and it would have been true.Sherryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05410182571308816172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-45366539197886058882012-03-29T21:32:10.640-05:002012-03-29T21:32:10.640-05:00I just want to say thank you so much for keeping i...I just want to say thank you so much for keeping it real. <br />I'm glad you have friends that know your true feelings- that is so important, and so hard to find.<br />I'm sad that you have to go through this.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16676577604632155345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-6701259204658980952012-03-29T12:42:16.361-05:002012-03-29T12:42:16.361-05:00You describe your feelings so well that I am willi...You describe your feelings so well that I am willing to read anything you write, even if it's not intended to entertain. I feel sad that I have never had this kind of relationship with my mom. I went through a kind of grieving after her stroke, because I realized that that kind of closeness was never going to happen. Now I'm more of a mother figure to her. <br /><br />But I wish that I had a mom like your mom. And I am sorry that you are sad.Brittany Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00116527098975775327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-47502299919711741642012-03-28T23:25:19.165-05:002012-03-28T23:25:19.165-05:00Those people who try way too hard to "put on ...Those people who try way too hard to "put on a happy face" in spite of clearly distressing circumstances - those people are just as annoying as the ones you describe. I am glad that you're neither of those types. All you can do is feel it. It sucks. That's all there is to it. I find that it adds dimension to the old people I know who have dealt with grief again, and again, and again.Emilynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-84063686982335770322012-03-28T21:31:02.376-05:002012-03-28T21:31:02.376-05:00Here's the difference between what you did wit...Here's the difference between what you did with this post and what others do that is so annoying. You didn't ask one single person to feel sorry for you. You didn't wallow. You didn't say woe is me one single time. <br /><br />Your sadness is real and you aren't pretending that it isn't. You're sitting in it, experiencing it for what it is, even though it really truly completely sucks. You are keeping it real. And even in the reality of your grieving, you still sound hopeful. Because you are awesome like that. There's a difference between writing so that you can feel better, and writing so that others feel like they have to try and make you feel better. Does that make sense? So. Blog please. As much as you need to.<br /><br />Also, I was seventeen when my grandma died. She and I were really close. She lived right next door and oh, was she fabulous. I remember two weeks after she died, I was all dressed up to go to a fancy dance. I went out my front door and was on my way to show her my dress, that I knew she would love. When I realized what I was doing, the reality of her absence settled on me more clearly than it ever had up to that point. The routine of having her there was suddenly broken and I felt it so very keenly. All the things you loved to share with your Mom made me think of that. I miss her for you too.Jenny P.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16632739365854048008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-43950732716015142322012-03-28T07:20:06.088-05:002012-03-28T07:20:06.088-05:00A few tears for you...
I would like to give you a...A few tears for you...<br /><br />I would like to give you a giant hug, but I think I would need to stand on a chair for it to feel giant.<br /><br />Loves.Deenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12185792838511226011noreply@blogger.com