tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post2409524951907867316..comments2024-02-11T02:09:23.512-08:00Comments on An Inch of Gray: Resting PlaceAnna Whiston-Donaldsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14921348961654008115noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-65667356690732421462015-06-10T08:00:30.181-07:002015-06-10T08:00:30.181-07:00Sweet post Anna.....I haven't been on here muc...Sweet post Anna.....I haven't been on here much (computer) so , I had to catch up on your post. I think of you so often...I prayed for you this morning after reading several post.. I hope this is a good day for you:) And, definitely, plant a tree and definitely, hang a bird house or feeder!!! Happy Summer even with all the Louisiana rain and heat we are having..maybe it's a little better where you live. BTW...I take care of a little 5 yr. girl that has a very large creek running behind her house. I have put the fear of God in her about not going near that creek unless an adult is with her. I've told her all about Jack.<br />Love and Big Hugs to you! <br />Cindy<br />cousin Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08852344143725898908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-72673712981900401232015-06-03T09:34:33.665-07:002015-06-03T09:34:33.665-07:00I do believe God wanted you there. Those were defi...I do believe God wanted you there. Those were definitely Godincidences! Always love reading your posts. Debby@Just Breathehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11685398064340027809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-3183642300420990992015-06-01T19:59:48.756-07:002015-06-01T19:59:48.756-07:00What a lovely post. You had something to share to...What a lovely post. You had something to share today that I really needed to read. What a blessing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-71002288938859663602015-06-01T00:54:54.514-07:002015-06-01T00:54:54.514-07:00I love everything about this, Anna. Much love to y...I love everything about this, Anna. Much love to you and your big, loving heart.Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13174981423633745590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-34700711051462945702015-05-31T06:55:31.202-07:002015-05-31T06:55:31.202-07:00I also look for the way to help IMMEDIATELY and AL...I also look for the way to help IMMEDIATELY and ALWAYS, and while part of me likes being this way and enjoys when I'm able to help, there's also something not so great going on (as I've discovered during my mid life crisis). It's that I'm never adequate just showing up and being with others and enjoying myself and enjoying their company. If I'm not actively helping, I feel lost and worthless. And I'm NOT a busybody -- most of the time I do the helping behind the scenes where no one can even see it. I guess like all things, it's complex. I'll never stop helping, and I wouldn't want to, but I wish I felt it was possible to just BE. <br /><br />TMI, I know. <br /><br />Bless all those who suffer. And their helpers too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-56183354841837794712015-05-29T19:56:12.749-07:002015-05-29T19:56:12.749-07:00I have been reading your blog since I googled &quo...I have been reading your blog since I googled " my twelve year old son died" last July. Aidan died unexpectedly of a massive brain hemorrhage. Jack was your first born ; Aidan was our baby. I am touched by this post ( although so many resonate) because suddenly my daughter wants a headstone and AJ was cremated. Now, we are faced with yet another choice. Yes, we can bury some ashes, but will it really be a place of prayer and solace. Who would ever have fathomed that this would be a dilemma I would face? I also like to say misplaced because he is here, I'm just not sure where. Although my heart knows he is where we all long to be. I just am too selfish to accept it right now. You seem to have come so far; I wish I could see myself there.Kristanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-41576715967877583892015-05-29T10:01:18.075-07:002015-05-29T10:01:18.075-07:00Anna, I love when you write this kind of stuff - t...Anna, I love when you write this kind of stuff - the stuff that makes me cry and feel a huge lump in my throat, but <br />that also reminds me that love and pain and joy and life are all jumbled up together and that's such a powerful thing to experience.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12586581766383380976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-18592845110226850362015-05-28T23:38:17.726-07:002015-05-28T23:38:17.726-07:00I feel another book in you....I feel another book in you....Alexandra Rosashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03777115667216947996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-60176849818189397322015-05-28T09:23:20.540-07:002015-05-28T09:23:20.540-07:00I love your words, Anna.
I have a feeling we'...I love your words, Anna.<br />I have a feeling we'd be friends, darling.<br />We'd have A LOT ot talk about.<br />Life. Death. Mourning. Moving Forward. GOD.<br /><br />xxxxMy Inner Chickhttp://myinnerchick.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-35974972937766426932015-05-28T04:36:06.072-07:002015-05-28T04:36:06.072-07:00Beautiful, Anna. And such a comfort for me to kno...Beautiful, Anna. And such a comfort for me to know that my friends who have "misplaced" their children have some hope of okay - in whatever form it might take and for however many moments it might last. Blessings to you.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10484335935897003075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-26188539008543139332015-05-27T19:53:09.548-07:002015-05-27T19:53:09.548-07:00I'm so glad that you laugh and feel joyful Ann...I'm so glad that you laugh and feel joyful Anna. I never got the pleasure of meeting your Jack, but I know that that is what he would want for you.<br /><br />Hugs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09547046112210413940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-91516793698969011332015-05-27T18:17:23.376-07:002015-05-27T18:17:23.376-07:00Every time I read one of your posts like this, I&#...Every time I read one of your posts like this, I'm struck by how similarly we move through our life after loss. <br /><br />This: "Please tell me I'm not the only one who enters random situations looking for how I can be of help. I sure hope it's more a case of trying to stay open to the nudge of the Holy Spirit than of thinking I'm God's gift to the world." -- this is me. And if I fail to look for the place i'm needed, it finds me. <br /><br />Plant your tree. Watch it grow. Let it be a sign of life for you. janahttp://janasthinkingplace.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-85981020291225355552015-05-27T17:38:05.120-07:002015-05-27T17:38:05.120-07:00I'm one of those parents who spends a lot of t...I'm one of those parents who spends a lot of time at the cemetery. It's not that I feel close to my son (his name is also Jack and he died at the age of 15 from complications of muscular dystrophy) because I don't. But, it's a place where I can go and still "care" for him - even if it's just caring for his grave marker. There is definitely a certain unspoken camaraderie I feel with other people I see at the cemetery. Grief has a way of connecting people. Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10834197308019791700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-57448675977829325832015-05-27T17:35:00.944-07:002015-05-27T17:35:00.944-07:00I always enter situations thinking, "how can ...I always enter situations thinking, "how can I help." I for one would like to hear more about your time "on the bench." xoxoKate Coveny Hoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18006589284938683965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-14042132596467107122015-05-27T16:59:09.277-07:002015-05-27T16:59:09.277-07:00I remember the first time I had heard about your b...I remember the first time I had heard about your blog was the fall of 2011. After spending way too long reading your story I got in the car and the song Anna's Sun came on the radio. It was the first time I had heard it and I immediately heard it as Anna's SON instead. Now everytime I hear it I think of Jack. Thank you for sharing and writing so beautifully. Such an inspiration! Noellenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-68028021966233287292015-05-27T15:28:09.354-07:002015-05-27T15:28:09.354-07:00Thank you for sharing this. Sometimes moments don&...Thank you for sharing this. Sometimes moments don't seem all that special...but there's something special in every moment if we look for it. Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07607332311943840211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-29278309004169395552015-05-27T15:02:30.392-07:002015-05-27T15:02:30.392-07:00how lovely. seems like there were greater forces ...how lovely. seems like there were greater forces at work other than a date confusion to bring you to the bench.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01331436928750620856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-1362192184349432522015-05-27T14:54:00.385-07:002015-05-27T14:54:00.385-07:00Perhaps today, that man was there for you, rather ...Perhaps today, that man was there for you, rather than you for his mother. The kindness of strangers, the knowing that you needed to be asked if you were OK and have someone REALLY mean it. So many ways that God lets us know that He is there, giving us His grace. Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14347877854039814937noreply@blogger.com