tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post4993305163618605355..comments2024-02-11T02:09:23.512-08:00Comments on An Inch of Gray: Sifting and SortingAnna Whiston-Donaldsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14921348961654008115noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-19729233641476437582014-08-06T19:27:11.881-07:002014-08-06T19:27:11.881-07:00I loved this then and I love it again now. Congra...I loved this then and I love it again now. Congrats on VOTY, friend.Alexandra Rosashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03777115667216947996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-3336403422223691692013-06-30T17:53:49.040-07:002013-06-30T17:53:49.040-07:00Thinking of you. xoThinking of you. xoJennhttp://www.bipolarmomlife.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-79383445611133969442013-06-28T11:08:57.875-07:002013-06-28T11:08:57.875-07:00Sitting here in tears....I can't imagine doing...Sitting here in tears....I can't imagine doing what you did. I'm glad you had help and that you took pictures. Another amazing post and I love, love, love your writing always.<br />Take care. ((HUGS)) Debby@Just Breathehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11685398064340027809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-48618163418232925722013-06-22T06:39:15.866-07:002013-06-22T06:39:15.866-07:00I believe it too, Anna. I do. xoI believe it too, Anna. I do. xoMarinkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16489592695993949578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-61036584223214160062013-06-19T19:40:36.016-07:002013-06-19T19:40:36.016-07:00How brave you were to take on the task. I'm n...How brave you were to take on the task. I'm not a saver and hate clutter, but yes, I get nostalgic about getting rid of my kids things for the same reason you mention - not because of the things but because they can connect me to a memory of when they were little.Thrift Store Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00801507829451765963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-85628100761050745172013-06-19T09:58:37.528-07:002013-06-19T09:58:37.528-07:00I know people always say this and it doesn't m...I know people always say this and it doesn't mean anything because you have do it, you have to live: but I honestly don't know how you did it. I can't face the crib that I should have taken down and put away or thrown away MONTHS ago. It's such a small thing in comparison. Maybe I'll manage this summer, thinking about how much you've faced.anymommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11317877435130121894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-75259965158719171762013-06-19T07:21:59.538-07:002013-06-19T07:21:59.538-07:00I believe it too Anna. With my whole heart. And ...I believe it too Anna. With my whole heart. And with my whole heart, I hold all of us who have had to sort through the belonging's of our dead child. May we lift each up in love, faith and hope.Gerinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-83150104403733537112013-06-18T22:49:58.901-07:002013-06-18T22:49:58.901-07:00Thank you for your posts about Jack! I had a simil...Thank you for your posts about Jack! I had a similar reaction to yours when you saw Jack's friend's bigger feet — I saw Elle's best friend riding a two-wheeler bike. Grieving is SO HARD. But it's because Love Never Ends! One day I hope our grief will morph completely into deep, sweet love and faith that we'll be with our children again one day. Sending love your way! Miahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02561374553835809593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-90845094323852047002013-06-18T22:15:11.292-07:002013-06-18T22:15:11.292-07:00This is almost too painful to read. I kept picturi...This is almost too painful to read. I kept picturing my son's face. You are amazing, strong and honest. To pack up a child's room? No matter when, it's got to be hell on earth. <br /><br />Thank you for your honesty and reminding us that regardless of our stressful lives, we are fortunate for those that surround us..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-73998737928964679672013-06-18T12:26:54.358-07:002013-06-18T12:26:54.358-07:00Amazing story! Indeed love never ends! Wishing you...Amazing story! Indeed love never ends! Wishing you a peace on your path forward.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-36641519217426044282013-06-18T11:55:31.871-07:002013-06-18T11:55:31.871-07:00I always say the same thing when I read you, Anna:...I always say the same thing when I read you, Anna: I love you.Michelle DeRushahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07658349105535790020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-23321670162292950292013-06-18T07:54:28.953-07:002013-06-18T07:54:28.953-07:00Hi Anna:
I know this is going to sound silly or pe...Hi Anna:<br />I know this is going to sound silly or perhaps too self-indulgent, but you might consider finding a "writing coach." You obviously don't need help with content or style, but probably just the anxiety over the enormity of the project. But anxiety can be even harder to overcome than so called "real" writing problems. It could just be a friend who sits with you knitting or reading or whatever while you're writing and tells you to sit back down when you start to get up and walk away :) Or a more formal paid coach. Just an idea.<br />EricaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-66814012445014554552013-06-17T22:10:02.107-07:002013-06-17T22:10:02.107-07:00I think you are a sign i was looking for, to keep ...I think you are a sign i was looking for, to keep on pushing through. My pain is nothing compared to yours, I feel foolish even needing a sign. I only peak at your blog occasionally because the pain is so real and scary, thank you for being real. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-6058348223991216872013-06-17T14:08:39.462-07:002013-06-17T14:08:39.462-07:00I left Nick's shoes by the door for a very lon...I left Nick's shoes by the door for a very long time. You're ready when you're ready.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15789002207661241181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-23133472895058103562013-06-17T12:42:23.459-07:002013-06-17T12:42:23.459-07:00If I could absorb even an iota of your pain, I wou...If I could absorb even an iota of your pain, I would.<br /><br />In the meantime I will be your friend.<br /><br />Love you Anna.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12586581766383380976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-4651802530054432232013-06-17T12:03:15.838-07:002013-06-17T12:03:15.838-07:00I adore you Anna, thank you for your words, your h...I adore you Anna, thank you for your words, your honesty, your tears shed are with the community that loves you.<br /><br />On a side note: I made my husband fetch a discarded shelf from a few blocks away. I envision painting it a very fun color, it reminded me of you! I'll send you a photo when it's finished. EatPlayLovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01768078593549284605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-1655451022092769702013-06-17T09:51:53.536-07:002013-06-17T09:51:53.536-07:00HUGS!!!!!!!!!!!
luv2runHUGS!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />luv2runluv2runnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-40489233968954994122013-06-17T08:54:52.561-07:002013-06-17T08:54:52.561-07:00My gray hair is colored brown. Every FIVE weeks t...My gray hair is colored brown. Every FIVE weeks the solid gray roots start to show through. My blond friends have more of a cushion since gray and blond kind of blend. Anyway, I googled gray roots and found your blog. I am so sorry for your loss. Thanks for putting life in perspective for me. My grandson Jack is ten and an avid Lego/starwars etc. kind of guy. I will never look at a pile of legos the same again. TKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18057452683482501152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-28466029574963303102013-06-17T06:55:35.133-07:002013-06-17T06:55:35.133-07:00Tears are flowing over my coffee...Big Hugs! With...Tears are flowing over my coffee...Big Hugs! With a 7 year old, Jack, that is also a LEGO fanatic (and my lego imprinted feet to show for it)--I can't imagine how hard it would be to pack up those creations.<br /><br />I think of your Jack often. Take care, NoVA mom JenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-48930901940287805602013-06-17T06:18:51.733-07:002013-06-17T06:18:51.733-07:00Beautiful post. Good job on doing something so ha...Beautiful post. Good job on doing something so hard. It took a lot out of me for weeks. xoxoAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09524549059296010211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-21986699540016947312013-06-17T06:05:04.472-07:002013-06-17T06:05:04.472-07:00I can't imagine the agony of that heartbreakin...I can't imagine the agony of that heartbreaking task.<br /><br />I sincerely hope the time with friends, as well as your lovely reminder that he's there with you in your heart, was a little soul refresher.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12698639192350525353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-20792771213145574402013-06-17T03:46:57.604-07:002013-06-17T03:46:57.604-07:00Just a thought, and you may have already considere...Just a thought, and you may have already considered this. I have a friend who had someone make a beautiful quilt out of her husbands favorite shirts. Could be a neat way to keep Jack close. <3MaryDawnCarrierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09210294666930851169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-71196782925943449852013-06-16T20:58:07.015-07:002013-06-16T20:58:07.015-07:00I am just so, so sorry. This was painful to read,...I am just so, so sorry. This was painful to read, so I can't imagine how heartbreaking it was to write. I wish there were better words.Korinthia Kleinhttp://the-quiet-corner.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-40082373270353998192013-06-16T16:54:36.592-07:002013-06-16T16:54:36.592-07:00Harder to read this than talk to you about it. Hop...Harder to read this than talk to you about it. Hope you had a lovely time with your friends.Kate Coveny Hoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18006589284938683965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-65127293369459517542013-06-16T16:51:47.490-07:002013-06-16T16:51:47.490-07:00My heart goes out to those who have gone through e...My heart goes out to those who have gone through exceptionally difficult milestones, and those whose journey is just beginning.<br /><br />Tim is in my thoughts and prayers this Father's Day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com