tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post637240358855333185..comments2024-03-26T05:20:10.232-04:00Comments on Between the By-Road and the Main Road: #SOL16: Sorrow at 7 MonthsMary Ann Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-46411316179052918462016-10-11T20:21:30.086-04:002016-10-11T20:21:30.086-04:00It is a beginning and a loss. Both/and. Thx for r...It is a beginning and a loss. Both/and. Thx for reading & commenting.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-88741173373983676752016-10-11T20:21:00.309-04:002016-10-11T20:21:00.309-04:00I think when I have enough distance, enough healin...I think when I have enough distance, enough healing rereading might well reveal what I simply could not know now.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-38329274982051406912016-10-06T21:25:35.690-04:002016-10-06T21:25:35.690-04:00Wow- what a beautiful tribute to your husband, the...Wow- what a beautiful tribute to your husband, the love you shared (and still share) and your hopes for your son. It must feel so hard to go on without him by your side, but as you said, it is a beginning. Ms. Victorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01051687492442765155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-79657847575727244102016-10-06T21:25:28.586-04:002016-10-06T21:25:28.586-04:00Wow- what a beautiful tribute to your husband, the...Wow- what a beautiful tribute to your husband, the love you shared (and still share) and your hopes for your son. It must feel so hard to go on without him by your side, but as you said, it is a beginning. Ms. Victorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01051687492442765155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-74242886548976349842016-10-06T02:33:02.439-04:002016-10-06T02:33:02.439-04:00This takes me back to your list Mary Ann ~ I belie...This takes me back to your list Mary Ann ~ I believe the title was something such as 100 Things I am anger about; similar sentiments, but the tone has grown different; perhaps days/months past, perhaps steps forward - maybe both. While I can not even grasp the weight of grief you and Devon have experienced ~ I do know loss and work with individuals that have experienced loss. Somedays what has Jolie B Studioshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11560571810827694584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-143619879810295912016-10-05T23:27:34.062-04:002016-10-05T23:27:34.062-04:00Cathy, I hadn't thought about grief being carr...Cathy, I hadn't thought about grief being carried away, but I suspect there's truth to that. I write and press publish and I do feel as if a burden has been lifted . ThxMary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-72490265396775016312016-10-05T06:15:04.063-04:002016-10-05T06:15:04.063-04:00Mary Ann,
Everything about this post reaches deep ...Mary Ann,<br />Everything about this post reaches deep into my heart as I read. The writing. The words. Your art. You so perfectly find the words and images to express all that Rob meant to you. The paragraph about all you miss is so descriptive. While it had to be a hard one to write, it will certainly be one to treasure. When you speak of alll of Dev's firsts Rob will miss, you Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08233792477358685156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-63034596076108069012016-10-05T00:13:33.182-04:002016-10-05T00:13:33.182-04:00Thank you Julianne. That means a lot. Yes, live we...Thank you Julianne. That means a lot. Yes, live well.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-89245942657509667842016-10-04T23:59:01.825-04:002016-10-04T23:59:01.825-04:00I grow every time I read your thoughts. You bring ...I grow every time I read your thoughts. You bring me Rob and Dev. And with them, come my father, my husband, my sons and I hold them a little tighter. Julieannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08876141420632207823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-56525536211314044212016-10-04T23:17:32.843-04:002016-10-04T23:17:32.843-04:00Thank you. Beginning is difficult. No other choic...Thank you. Beginning is difficult. No other choice though. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-84642682292763723642016-10-04T22:32:13.689-04:002016-10-04T22:32:13.689-04:00I just started an online writing course, and one o...I just started an online writing course, and one of the required readings included an excerpt from a journalist who once had to interview a woman who was managing a farm after her husband died. It was a challenge for her, but the journalist ended up being so very humbled by watching her take a deep breath and do what she had to do, every single morning. "I realized," he wrote, "Book Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10019696808857914040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-79245755021500457632016-10-04T20:41:35.336-04:002016-10-04T20:41:35.336-04:00Yes. I hadn't thought of it that way. But th...Yes. I hadn't thought of it that way. But there is tons and tons to remember.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-46079797512764459002016-10-04T20:41:02.709-04:002016-10-04T20:41:02.709-04:00Thank you Sonja for writing what you did. It soot...Thank you Sonja for writing what you did. It soothes me.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-8530023189191726322016-10-04T20:40:36.663-04:002016-10-04T20:40:36.663-04:00I suspect it is something else too. Thank you Glen...I suspect it is something else too. Thank you Glenda for sharing your story and I am sorry about your dad. Tonight was a tough one for Dev. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-61398920978116005462016-10-04T20:39:13.740-04:002016-10-04T20:39:13.740-04:00Thank you Linda. I appreciate you sharing your st...Thank you Linda. I appreciate you sharing your story and I'm so sorry for your loss as I know how cruel and devastating the loss of a husband can be. I do believe in time healing, along with faith and talk, and feeling. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-54816753387471713782016-10-04T20:37:58.770-04:002016-10-04T20:37:58.770-04:00Oh my Karen. I had no idea. I never slept without ...Oh my Karen. I had no idea. I never slept without a phone next to my head. I too recall those help me mantras i said into the dark. Someone was listening. I pray your daughter is well now. I pray she is living well and healthy.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-62758975111324844402016-10-04T20:36:11.850-04:002016-10-04T20:36:11.850-04:00Thanks Deb. I most often don't know where the...Thanks Deb. I most often don't know where the words come from.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-4462056965081081112016-10-04T20:35:38.842-04:002016-10-04T20:35:38.842-04:00I do hope it helps. I write largely because I am ...I do hope it helps. I write largely because I am compelled to do so. Thanks for taking time to read and respond. Means a lot.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-90350196324319159432016-10-04T20:34:53.236-04:002016-10-04T20:34:53.236-04:00I hadn't thought about the forward steps Dev i...I hadn't thought about the forward steps Dev is taking.Life is ironic, bitterly sometimes too.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-68670280256285659512016-10-04T20:34:19.374-04:002016-10-04T20:34:19.374-04:00Your loss is great, and as you already know it wil...Your loss is great, and as you already know it will be with you always. So much to miss, though, means there is so much to remember. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-92147398018024425512016-10-04T20:29:17.893-04:002016-10-04T20:29:17.893-04:00I don't know that I am up to the challenge of ...I don't know that I am up to the challenge of making a proper comment after reading your post. Its beauty and its sorrow will stay with me. I am so sorry for your loss, and so thankful you are able to write about it. Sonja https://www.blogger.com/profile/10061595432917880292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-38057692744668960292016-10-04T20:24:28.625-04:002016-10-04T20:24:28.625-04:00I thought about you throughout the day, Maryanne. ...I thought about you throughout the day, Maryanne. Perhaps Tuesday brought you to my mind, but I suspect it's something else. I was a teenager when my father died, and he's been on my mind a lot recently, too. Your words haunt me and remind me that each moment is precious, that I must embrace each one. Glenda Funkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07020745976555044975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-7449546465251418012016-10-04T20:05:28.227-04:002016-10-04T20:05:28.227-04:00My husband died three years ago in September, and ...My husband died three years ago in September, and all I can tell you about me is that I miss all that you shared, too, but each day I find the good in my life so I can continue sharing his story with others, with our children and grandchildren, with those who never had the pleasure of knowing him. I hear your grief, and I am sorry for your great loss. Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-37425326538861653652016-10-04T20:05:08.606-04:002016-10-04T20:05:08.606-04:00I have only a small taste of your experience, but ...I have only a small taste of your experience, but I feel I have lived a little inside my own version of the question of how to carry on. Not long ago, I moved to the west coast to care for my daughter, who had been diagnosed with a massive, aggressive form of cancer. Someone asked how I got through those months. I had no answer, because I didn't, and still don't, know. Once, when pressed,Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13736432060469980948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-25320686432848266412016-10-04T19:59:42.381-04:002016-10-04T19:59:42.381-04:00These 2 comments said everything I wish I could ha...These 2 comments said everything I wish I could have said. Your writing is amazing; every time I read a post I am floored by your ability to put down in words the raw emotions you are feeling. Thank you for sharing this with us. Debra Gottslebenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08074610468240387547noreply@blogger.com