tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post719023695437664076..comments2024-02-11T05:16:25.995-05:00Comments on Between the By-Road and the Main Road: #SOL17: The Universe Expands NonethelessMary Ann Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-45719017416689361332017-04-12T18:47:44.751-04:002017-04-12T18:47:44.751-04:00Mary Ann, life is fragile, uncertain, and unpredic...Mary Ann, life is fragile, uncertain, and unpredictable. Finding the photo of Rob was unexpected but perhaps a sign that he will always remain with you. "It feels as if none of this could be happening without him," is a troubling but understandable thought. I wish for a peaceful week for you. Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-55075391844152742342017-04-12T00:39:06.992-04:002017-04-12T00:39:06.992-04:00I read your words, "I feel the weight of it e...I read your words, "I feel the weight of it every day." And I remember the ache of missing, the crushing weight inside my chest, the surrealness of daily life. My wish for you is that the weight might grow lighter with each day.Alice Ninehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05302512837699702430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-19589806859744883402017-04-11T16:05:31.218-04:002017-04-11T16:05:31.218-04:00It seems almost as if he was with you - not in a p...It seems almost as if he was with you - not in a physical sense - but in a sense of the rituals of a long relationship....I had one of those moments standing in Home Depot once...drferreriblogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-4553234871806181622017-04-11T13:15:45.590-04:002017-04-11T13:15:45.590-04:00I too don't know how the world can keep turnin...I too don't know how the world can keep turning without our husbands. Along with the sadness of the absence, I too am grateful for the rituals and at the very least the memory of them.....so grateful.travelinmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07362929133418390813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-18810396317322677532017-04-11T10:47:23.130-04:002017-04-11T10:47:23.130-04:00And it seems that you had those two moments with R...And it seems that you had those two moments with Rob, too. I often don't know how things happen just at the moment we need them most, but they do. Humans are continually questing, and sometimes answers come in strange places. I'm glad to hear this, Mary Ann, and love that you found the picture. Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-23213044445485342912017-04-11T08:41:57.278-04:002017-04-11T08:41:57.278-04:00And perhaps that is the biggest lesson: matters of...And perhaps that is the biggest lesson: matters of fairness about mortality are best left in the school yard. Thanks Kathleen.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-63731464040398813122017-04-11T06:48:30.126-04:002017-04-11T06:48:30.126-04:00It all just seems so unfair. How does the world ke...It all just seems so unfair. How does the world keep turning? Kathleen Neagle Sokolowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00054303168520658605noreply@blogger.com