tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027621747663402662.post4279501550600073062..comments2023-10-30T05:22:23.322-04:00Comments on to taste a peach: Taffinyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00961088325369065690noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027621747663402662.post-45342535772455592102007-12-10T18:50:00.000-05:002007-12-10T18:50:00.000-05:00Vesper,I know, there really isn't anything to offe...Vesper,<BR/><BR/>I know, there really isn't anything to offer. I know it is hard for me, but when I try to imagine how it must be for my aunt, and uncle, and cousins, it seems impossilbe, I actually have to not imagine being them, feeling the current of their pain is devastating.<BR/><BR/> I am sorry you share such grief. the lost future....all those memories and milestones, we wont get to share.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Paul,<BR/><BR/>Thank you.<BR/><BR/> It helps me to try and find comfort in words, some of my own, and in those of many others, to try and wrap sorrow up in a blanket of warm ideas. It is still cold out, the wind still blows, that doesn't change, but I feel slightly buffered, and I need that, so I seek it, and take it where I can find it. Thank you for your words on my words, I hope Alena would like them.Taffinyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00961088325369065690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027621747663402662.post-23365542147450041222007-12-10T15:25:00.000-05:002007-12-10T15:25:00.000-05:00Beautiful words. I'm sorry for your loss, but thi...Beautiful words. I'm sorry for your loss, but this is a lovely tribute.<BR/><BR/>Paul (strugglingwriter)strugglingwriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04895062852286494753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027621747663402662.post-44682280766105067112007-12-10T12:12:00.000-05:002007-12-10T12:12:00.000-05:00I don't think anything could be offered as a conso...I don't think anything could be offered as a consolation, especially for the parents. Like for you, for me the physical absence is the most difficult to endure, no matter how hard I try to think that something remains in the heart or in the ether, and no matter how hard I hope that someday...<BR/>The idea of the lost future is almost unthinkable. I share your sorrow, Tiffany.Vesperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12417602625059442986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027621747663402662.post-21241514321872599672007-12-08T23:22:00.000-05:002007-12-08T23:22:00.000-05:00Vanilla,Thanks. I hope she does. I would so want ...Vanilla,<BR/><BR/>Thanks. I hope she does. I would so want to be worthy of her smiles.<BR/><BR/> I wish so much for a whisper of knowing, to become a gift of knowing, some sort of sign or feeling, her mom could hold onto. They have a strong faith, but when one loses a child, faith could really use all the help the universe can offer.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for your words/thoughts Vanilla.Taffinyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00961088325369065690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027621747663402662.post-88008967445482164712007-12-08T13:14:00.000-05:002007-12-08T13:14:00.000-05:00A beautiful, tragic and poignant post, Tiffany. M...A beautiful, tragic and poignant post, Tiffany. My heart goes out to you in your hurt and loss and despair. It is strange how in our souls we know we are not parted but yet our humanness clings to life and struggles so hard to hear the whispers of knowing and wisdom from our soul which says death is but a doorway and a going home.<BR/><BR/>Your analogy of flowers is exquisite and I am sure your cousin smiles upon you and sends her love.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04871239587214383387noreply@blogger.com