tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post3975501607837553991..comments2024-03-26T05:20:10.232-04:00Comments on Between the By-Road and the Main Road: #SOL16: This is Love Mary Ann Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-86763008618326418992016-05-10T19:58:39.787-04:002016-05-10T19:58:39.787-04:00Mary Ann and Bonnie, your exchanges are always so ...Mary Ann and Bonnie, your exchanges are always so profound. The poet inside is becoming visible. Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-1091347965434115362016-05-10T19:57:06.959-04:002016-05-10T19:57:06.959-04:00I am Mary, I am. Each day I seem to find myself sh...I am Mary, I am. Each day I seem to find myself shedding some of those tears as I walk. I wonder now and then what others think who pass me in cars, on foot, while walking dogs. Sometimes I wonder if I should wear a small sign that read, Grieving.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-91271208145248512412016-05-10T19:55:52.444-04:002016-05-10T19:55:52.444-04:00And healing you shall have because of your deep co...And healing you shall have because of your deep commitment to being who you are in the wake of tragedy. As always, I wish you well. Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-67354038328432835512016-05-10T19:31:58.953-04:002016-05-10T19:31:58.953-04:00My sisters and me - we were always good criers. As...My sisters and me - we were always good criers. As children I remember big, hearty, world-ending, hitching, teary sighs of crying over things that, looking back, probably didn't warrant quite that level of reaction. Still, we learned to do it well - we were all in. It was a good thing to learn. Cry all you need, Mary Ann x Mary Loftushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06695530033040064414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-40800097872452319992016-05-10T18:52:07.675-04:002016-05-10T18:52:07.675-04:00Than you Glenda. I seem to be unable to not cry an...Than you Glenda. I seem to be unable to not cry and it helps so to read your words that say, cry all you want.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-70003473202439215622016-05-10T18:51:07.355-04:002016-05-10T18:51:07.355-04:00The set of letters you author feel so immediate, s...The set of letters you author feel so immediate, so necessary. That is poetry. "Tuvia and I met after a history of living." reads like the opening to a book. Just a thought as you sit on your new patio furniture...Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-60921482446686983662016-05-10T18:49:48.996-04:002016-05-10T18:49:48.996-04:00It is a gift to be treasured, used, returned in li...It is a gift to be treasured, used, returned in like.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-29427579834480797052016-05-10T18:49:24.866-04:002016-05-10T18:49:24.866-04:00Thank you Judy and I am sorry for your loss. It h...Thank you Judy and I am sorry for your loss. It helps to know that things will get better. The loss is as profound as the love. So true.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-89755705441979885252016-05-10T18:48:19.815-04:002016-05-10T18:48:19.815-04:00Thank you Jolie for your support, your art making,...Thank you Jolie for your support, your art making, your response. So deeply appreciated.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-41540972774825095632016-05-10T18:40:10.602-04:002016-05-10T18:40:10.602-04:00When the one so instrumental in our learning how t...When the one so instrumental in our learning how to love is absent from our lives in the physical sense of being absent, it's as though we're unmoored from ourselves. I think about such loss often these days as I and my husband age. I can't imagine the depth of your grief and the journey toward healing. Cry all you want, all you need. Know that your words and the honesty with which Glenda Funkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07020745976555044975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-15598251791255608982016-05-10T18:36:43.279-04:002016-05-10T18:36:43.279-04:00I'm glad the post resonated. Marriage, like e...I'm glad the post resonated. Marriage, like everything else alive, evolves. Thanks for taking time to read and respond:)Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-2789480349004121802016-05-10T10:04:54.279-04:002016-05-10T10:04:54.279-04:00After I digest one of your posts Mary Ann, I take ...After I digest one of your posts Mary Ann, I take time responding, making sure I'm not "telling" you what to do or using our shared life challenge to talk about myself. It's a careful balance for me as I respond. What astounds me is that there's both a shared connection and yet each relationship is so unique to itself. Tuvia and I met after a history of living. We didn&#BKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07973593425566621090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-38433477375729998392016-05-10T06:24:27.455-04:002016-05-10T06:24:27.455-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-83386473091912196412016-05-10T06:24:23.346-04:002016-05-10T06:24:23.346-04:00That is the story of what I have learned from my h...That is the story of what I have learned from my husband, too - a love that heals, and allows for life.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-77164744933974360152016-05-10T06:05:56.429-04:002016-05-10T06:05:56.429-04:00I too lost a husband and had many moments when I w...I too lost a husband and had many moments when I was surprised that my heart was still beating, but you're right. There is grace to be found in that the loss is as profound as the love is. Life will get better. Thank you for the gentle reminder not to take what we have for granted.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01251543341298757859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-81088235496358242412016-05-10T06:05:50.533-04:002016-05-10T06:05:50.533-04:00I too lost a husband and had many moments when I w...I too lost a husband and had many moments when I was surprised that my heart was still beating, but you're right. There is grace to be found in that the loss is as profound as the love is. Life will get better. Thank you for the gentle reminder not to take what we have for granted.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01251543341298757859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-7730645699377090912016-05-10T05:55:33.255-04:002016-05-10T05:55:33.255-04:00such proof that many times life's most beautif...such proof that many times life's most beautiful pearls are found in the journey through the mess and allowing ourselves to hold that space; many of the sentiments you express above, once I have acknowledged such in myself, have given me strength as I now in the end there's not only a lesson, but somehow, things will be richer in the end, even when that is no where visible in the moment IJolie B Studioshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11560571810827694584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-35198258274478388692016-05-10T05:54:44.707-04:002016-05-10T05:54:44.707-04:00I really love this. At nearly 11 years of marriage...I really love this. At nearly 11 years of marriage, I'm just starting to realize what I don't know, and what it might should look like. This glimpse into a longer marriage, one full of honesty and vulnerability, was wonderful. Thank you. I'm so sorry for your loss of Rob.Book Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10019696808857914040noreply@blogger.com