tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post1244992639345641947..comments2024-03-26T05:20:10.232-04:00Comments on Between the By-Road and the Main Road: #SOL 16: The Unbanked RiverMary Ann Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-53653884184826147192016-12-29T17:11:37.176-05:002016-12-29T17:11:37.176-05:00Kendra thanks so much. The writing helps. Helps so...Kendra thanks so much. The writing helps. Helps so much. Happy new year. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-35492969304786973972016-12-29T17:10:26.487-05:002016-12-29T17:10:26.487-05:00Margaret I hope you enjoy those new sons and also ...Margaret I hope you enjoy those new sons and also watching the changes that happen over the years with your daughters. Peace to you and yours.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-7493886954623527092016-12-29T17:09:12.348-05:002016-12-29T17:09:12.348-05:00Thanks Bonnie. Devon is a Godsend. We share so muc...Thanks Bonnie. Devon is a Godsend. We share so much--so many memories of Rob. Happy holidays to you and may 2017 bring solace and peace.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-30271804958453413902016-12-29T17:07:43.912-05:002016-12-29T17:07:43.912-05:00It is a powerful current, Kevin. The love of a par...It is a powerful current, Kevin. The love of a parent of his or her child(ren) is most powerful.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-73917044815647058402016-12-29T17:06:24.701-05:002016-12-29T17:06:24.701-05:00Thank you Molly for your kind and insightful words...Thank you Molly for your kind and insightful words.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-51568434223878206672016-12-27T22:20:42.365-05:002016-12-27T22:20:42.365-05:00Loving fearlessly. The best thing to see. I'...Loving fearlessly. The best thing to see. I'm just in awe of you as you continue to share your story. Thanks. Kendrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05470220603745815384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-85055799931984200672016-12-27T08:49:51.584-05:002016-12-27T08:49:51.584-05:00"There is a clarity that sorrow births that r..."There is a clarity that sorrow births that reshapes meaning" The clarity of your writing, your thoughts, well up a sadness and yet a hopefulness in me. I have time to look and notice and be present. This year marks many changes for my family as we add sons. (We have 3 daughters). The traditions of the holiday have changed, and in that change, I find memory and hope. Thanks for Margaret Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04434866104385187658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-21927980763566944862016-12-27T06:51:06.996-05:002016-12-27T06:51:06.996-05:00When I look back, when I recall the nearly-30 year...When I look back, when I recall the nearly-30 years with Rob, what I see mostly is that we loved fearlessly. YES!!!! The most wonderful ending to this very thoughtful piece of writing. Our Town has always had a hold on me and now in this reality I join you. So much to teach us. So good that you can share Rob always with your son. <br />BonnieBKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07973593425566621090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-54162876071952699122016-12-27T05:43:25.976-05:002016-12-27T05:43:25.976-05:00As you watched your son, watching your memories, I...As you watched your son, watching your memories, I found myself doing the same, both with you, as your reader, and here at home, thinking of our three boys. One is in college, another is in his late high school years, and the baby is now 12. How did that happen? Yet, looking at them in those unguarded moments is like that river you write of, the rush of the past collapsing into the present. It&#Dogtraxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16079631702744063837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-65386290329700960102016-12-27T05:32:45.797-05:002016-12-27T05:32:45.797-05:00What a beautiful, thoughtful post! You've craf...What a beautiful, thoughtful post! You've crafted it so well--flashbacks, quotes, etc--and overall you've created a wonderful reflection on the essence of life, time and grief. I'll be rereading this. Molly Hoganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16975100905434379155noreply@blogger.com