tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post7697749053914291040..comments2024-02-11T02:09:23.512-08:00Comments on An Inch of Gray: Rare Bird Part 4Anna Whiston-Donaldsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14921348961654008115noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-6771644809930829182017-02-15T12:55:46.632-08:002017-02-15T12:55:46.632-08:00Beautiful sharing~thank you.. Beautiful sharing~thank you.. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03637412594441941326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-31029223563555659172017-02-15T11:40:44.829-08:002017-02-15T11:40:44.829-08:00Again, always, I am moved beyond expression by you...Again, always, I am moved beyond expression by your writing, humor, hope and faith (unknown Roche sisters) and of course by the chance to know Jack through your art. (Shh! Own it.) But certainly the evident comfort and validation readers such as Anna, Jeane, Julie B, Susan, R, (list from above) draw is lifesaving. And for every commenter are so many who read without reply. Aaaand... last paragraph made me laugh aloud and marvel at the tiny, truthful moment of wondering "can I go now?" It's why you are a writer of the Nigel Tufnel "11" order.K A B L O O E Yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14360553894297375990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-26071876207527463362012-04-03T16:32:37.766-07:002012-04-03T16:32:37.766-07:00I am way behind on my reading of your blog but I a...I am way behind on my reading of your blog but I am catching up tonight. <br /><br />I am most struck by this part in your passage: "Once again, I was reminded of how the veil between here and there, earth and heaven seems to be so much thinner than I ever could have imagined." <br /><br />I too feel this reminder often. I admire your bravery not only in getting through this difficult time, but in sharing your thoughts which inherently creates vulnerability.<br /><br />~ Meredith From A Mother Seeking<br />http://www.amotherseeking.com<br /><a href="http://www.amotherseeking.com" rel="nofollow"><br />A Mother Seeking...</a>Meredith from A Mother Seekinghttp://www.amotherseeking.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-6564761128395072272012-03-11T21:17:12.977-07:002012-03-11T21:17:12.977-07:00I believe you.. and I believe your signs.
My Mom...I believe you.. and I believe your signs. <br /><br />My Mom has passed and even though it's been 4 years, it may as well have been yesterday. Some times I feel her close.. and every now and again something will flutter by and I know in my soul that it's her. It's spring here in Texas and I saw a monarch butterfly three different times in the same sunday; all in different places. <br /><br />We're not crazy, we're morning our beloved ones and our hearts are open enough to see these lovely creatures in our day. <br /><br />I'm so tremendously sorry for your loss... truly. <br />With love, <br />RebekahR~https://www.blogger.com/profile/08969745053603045850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-74762133691483853942012-03-02T08:59:40.897-08:002012-03-02T08:59:40.897-08:00Anna,
My sister-in-law sent me your blog. She knew...Anna,<br />My sister-in-law sent me your blog. She knew I would be able to relate to your experience. I lost my son Jack last March. He was 16 years old and the kindest boy you could ever imagine. He got into a car accident. His buddy was driving and was going too fast. The tree litterally hit in the exact spot Jack was sitting. With seat belt on and all... he was gone. Our family is so devastated. My sweet boy sends me signs all of the time. I talk to him constantly and he is a very good listener; always has been. I miss him so much and I know how horrible it is for you. Keep looking for signs, as they are such gift. Our boys are right here with us all of the time, we just can't see them as they can see us. Thanks for sharing your story. I am a believer. <3Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08212051568820435740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-30338224725757068732012-02-23T17:22:29.691-08:002012-02-23T17:22:29.691-08:00LOVED this post Anna. LOVED it!! It might be my fa...LOVED this post Anna. LOVED it!! It might be my favorite. There is NO doubt in my mind that this sweet little bird was a sign from above, a God-Wink as I like to call it. Wishing you many more God-Winks on the days you need them most!!<br />Annie P.prenni5https://www.blogger.com/profile/18346493728216305697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-74839973085199861422012-02-21T20:27:24.590-08:002012-02-21T20:27:24.590-08:00I love how you merge such beauty and raw courage a...I love how you merge such beauty and raw courage and sadness with your humor.<br /><br />Just like life.<br /><br />Thinking of you. xoxoAnn Imighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01383249597505013239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-3115796884668934612012-02-21T00:04:20.850-08:002012-02-21T00:04:20.850-08:00You are not crazy at all, Anna! I love all of the...You are not crazy at all, Anna! I love all of the ways in which the Lord shows us He cares for us. We often see birds (and deer) appear when we are reading out of the Bible, and we often have birds appear to us at times when we need encouragement. It is like the Holy Spirit is especially watching over us. <br /><br />Several days recently we have even had squirrels come up and perch on our window sill. We will talk to them and they will move their heads toward us, looking at us as if they understand. The Bible tells us the Lord cares for His creatures, and I think they recognize the Holy Spirit in us when we talk to them. Even the deer look up at us from their grazing, pointing their ears toward us when we talk to them through the window.<br /><br />We are praying for the Lord to continue to surround you with His love and comfort. :)<br /><br />Love, <br />Your Cousin, Emily R.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-64622753588707724232012-02-20T12:47:09.483-08:002012-02-20T12:47:09.483-08:00This reminds me of something I heard this weekend:...This reminds me of something I heard this weekend: <br /><br />"There is a Celtic saying that heaven and earth are only three feet apart, but in the thin places that distance is even smaller."<br /><br />Not so far away at all...Deidrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09145504027833176749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-33057493280904615512012-02-20T09:23:03.135-08:002012-02-20T09:23:03.135-08:00There are always signs. Mine was a duck :)
http:/...There are always signs. Mine was a duck :)<br /><br />http://afunnyoldlifeaintit.blogspot.com/2011/07/elie-and-duck.htmlThat gentleman's ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14662660073866660544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-91742153950720742292012-02-20T07:52:22.641-08:002012-02-20T07:52:22.641-08:00Anna, I recently stumbled across your blog. I am d...Anna, I recently stumbled across your blog. I am devastated about what has happened to your family but I wanted to say that I DO believe in signs and all that you have been experiencing to let you know Jack is ok. My distant aunt lost her beautiful 25 year old son to a freak accident almost two years ago. I write to her sometimes to see how she's doing. Recently she wrote of the feeling of total peace that surrounds her since her son's death and helps keep her grounded. I have had visits from my family members in dreams, including this beautiful cousin Carlo, and I also saw a Medium last year through whom I contacted a few of our deceased relatives, which brought me a lot of peace. Hugs to you as you endure this awful ordeal. Anna (we share the same name)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-4428421240887012902012-02-20T07:30:59.549-08:002012-02-20T07:30:59.549-08:00Our family signed up to do a fun run for Jack in M...Our family signed up to do a fun run for Jack in March. We are very excited. Thinking of you and praying for comfort.Princess Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00868992133684014734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-71833649199426611002012-02-20T07:29:10.189-08:002012-02-20T07:29:10.189-08:00Checking and thinking of you.Checking and thinking of you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-58337728033035439432012-02-20T04:40:08.172-08:002012-02-20T04:40:08.172-08:00Thinking of you Anna, hope you're ok.
PipxxThinking of you Anna, hope you're ok. <br />PipxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-89696071470138866012012-02-19T21:42:11.600-08:002012-02-19T21:42:11.600-08:00In my thoughts and prayers.In my thoughts and prayers.conniehttp://www.connika.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-57799506519725255522012-02-19T17:58:23.148-08:002012-02-19T17:58:23.148-08:00That is just the cutest darn bird ever. And I am s...That is just the cutest darn bird ever. And I am so, so glad you shared your sign with us.Michelle DeRushahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00359712465784943599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-42765194221150778302012-02-19T13:32:31.801-08:002012-02-19T13:32:31.801-08:00I believe in these signs; you would be nuts not to...I believe in these signs; you would be nuts not to take comfort where you can get it. <br /><br />From a writing standpoint, it is the way you can mix the mundane (Facebook) with the divine (the bird) that makes your storytelling so spellbinding.Jenn @ Juggling Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14455967210924573398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-71531819643544021782012-02-19T13:19:14.795-08:002012-02-19T13:19:14.795-08:00From the comment above, I see I'm not the only...From the comment above, I see I'm not the only one checking back in to let you know I'm thinking of you right now. (I'm not sure a day has passed since September that I haven't thought of you . . . ) But - just wanted to let you know you're in my thoughts and my prayers as I go about my day today. Sending you hugs on this long weekend.<br />xoxoLauranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-14522124384643478652012-02-19T13:03:59.449-08:002012-02-19T13:03:59.449-08:00Thinking of you on this extra long weekend and pra...Thinking of you on this extra long weekend and praying for you in your awful Jacklessness and praying, pray-ing that you will feel His comfort.<br />http://www.aholyexperience.com/2012/02/best-advice-for-hard-times/Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00018110214696071522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-15125531579925092942012-02-19T12:05:46.493-08:002012-02-19T12:05:46.493-08:00Brave Anna,
It is indeed a sign. Believe in it, &...Brave Anna,<br /><br />It is indeed a sign. Believe in it, & look for more. They will come in their time, for you.<br /><br />Is it any coincidence, that as I read your post this morning, the movie "Serendipity" is on tv? A entire movie about signs, & one of my favorites.<br /><br />God bless you & your birds.<br />All of them.<br /><br />JulesJuleshttp://canoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-38261478536651301982012-02-18T19:55:04.721-08:002012-02-18T19:55:04.721-08:00I always think of Tuesdays With Morrie when he sai...I always think of Tuesdays With Morrie when he said that it is a Buddhist custom to imagine a bird sitting on your shoulder, and every day when you wake you ask the bird, "Is today the day?" And you live your life accordingly.<br /><br />Jack sounded like he was always aware of the bird on his shoulder, so it is fitting that he sent his feathered friend to pay you a visit.A Speckled Trouthttp://www.aspeckledtrout.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-75073887678511855652012-02-18T19:13:02.536-08:002012-02-18T19:13:02.536-08:00I'm pretty sure my Mom visits me as a mocking ...I'm pretty sure my Mom visits me as a mocking bird. Which is neater than it sounds. Three times over the years since she died one has sat close by and watched me. It does give comfort to think she's visiting me on occasion. I think if it's not actually her then for sure she sent it. Two days after my Dad was killed a bald eagle flew up to my brother's lake house where we were staying. That bird sat there all day, staring at the house. I am certain it was Dad, or Dad sent it, to tell us he was OK.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00824027366993286152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-18424605233743684852012-02-18T10:51:41.089-08:002012-02-18T10:51:41.089-08:00I heard something today that made me think of you;...I heard something today that made me think of you; it was a discussion about death and faith. The speaker said that just because the death of a loved one hurts so terribly it does not mean that we don't believe in heaven, or that God's word is true. As an example, he spoke of Jesus. Who in the history of earth would have believed in heaven more than Jesus himself? And yet, when Lazarus died, when his cousin John was killed, Jesus wept. Why would he weep, if he knew heaven was true, and that his dear ones were there? Because of the "sting of death," because for even the most faith-filled person, even for Jesus, the death of a beloved hurts. I found this so encouraging, to think that our grief is not a reflection of our faith. I have been so encouraged by your faith, by your honesty. I pray for you daily.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-10976747620301532812012-02-18T10:25:11.922-08:002012-02-18T10:25:11.922-08:00You know, none of us remember our own births, thou...You know, none of us remember our own births, though I have a strong suspicion it was pretty uncomfortable and even painful. But we get through it and go on to forget it completely. I have a sneaking suspicion this is what death is like -- frightening and uncomfortable in the moment but we forget about it right away and go on to a new experience of life and glory. The REAL pain is for those left behind. But I hope you are released from these retrospective imaginings, dear Anna. Like his birth, he doesn't even remember it. Memory is the burden that YOU bear, but not him. One day I came into my kitchen and noticed that the word-magnents on my fridge had accidentally been arranged to include the phrase, "Love is." That's it. Love is. It is. And love encircles you. Love, E.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-4665129954616630952012-02-18T07:47:27.928-08:002012-02-18T07:47:27.928-08:00You, Dear Anna, are a rare bird as well. You aligh...You, Dear Anna, are a rare bird as well. You alight here and bring so many of us joy and wisdom.<br /><br />Love, prayers, hugs...DawnGeshttp://www.middledeepglad.comnoreply@blogger.com