tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398781353996043657.post4759693775286182367..comments2009-07-10T16:39:52.400+09:00Comments on The Monster Flower: DemonstrationsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398781353996043657.post-37398787637272148202008-12-22T03:39:00.000+09:002008-12-22T03:39:00.000+09:00Sweet! :)Sweet! :)Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11634221078922326881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398781353996043657.post-32364502846431102352008-08-07T04:35:00.000+09:002008-08-07T04:35:00.000+09:00Yes. My mom died this past spring. After the fun...Yes. My mom died this past spring. After the funeral my sister, brothers and wives, and children (except my daughter in Madrid) were standing together in a parking lot, reluctant to part. But still wanting to get going. So my husband innocently said,"Well, it's good that everyone is together today!"<BR/><BR/>Oh, the look on my father's face! He just crumbled like a little boy.<BR/><BR/>They'd been married for 57 years. And now she's gone. He's got a bit of memory loss going on, and I think that he sometimes "forgets" for at least a little while...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398781353996043657.post-75881905962018110302008-08-06T21:37:00.000+09:002008-08-06T21:37:00.000+09:00I *am* fortunate and I think about that everyday (...I *am* fortunate and I think about that everyday (multiple times). My husband earns every accolade I give him and more. He's so loving and kind and it is always reflected in his words and deeds. <BR/><BR/>Sometimes I see or hear something which makes me think about how devastating it'd be if I lost him and I have to shut off that thinking because it's too awful to consider. I think any quality of life I had would end if he weren't with me. You can't go from being loved the way my husband loves me to not being loved and that way and ever go back.Orchid64https://www.blogger.com/profile/07132543155589881288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398781353996043657.post-38369194615499930922008-08-06T11:21:00.000+09:002008-08-06T11:21:00.000+09:00You are so fortunate to have such a lovely mate!My...You are so fortunate to have such a lovely mate!<BR/><BR/>My own husband is a keeper, and I think perhaps he needs to hear that much more.<BR/><BR/>Yesterday, at the construction site where my husband is working, a young man fell 5 floors down an elevator shaft. The job shut down of course, and Mr. Tess came home. This has me thinking about how fragile life (and love) is.<BR/><BR/>We two have plans: travel, retirement, goals. Like lots of people. But if you (really, "I") lose your ("my") love, it's the mundane things I'll miss. The dinner cooked, the coffee brought to my bed in the morning, the story heard from a friend, a joke, shopping, laundry, just half waking and knowing someone is with you...<BR/><BR/>Today, he returned to work plus had to go for another job that needed to be done "last week" and he's not home yet. So I'm feeling morose, or scared, or lonely...<BR/><BR/>As my dad would say, "Give him a hug!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com