tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.comments2024-02-11T02:09:23.512-08:00An Inch of GrayAnna Whiston-Donaldsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14921348961654008115noreply@blogger.comBlogger29784125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-67593162523225100382021-07-29T08:03:10.435-07:002021-07-29T08:03:10.435-07:00I think it's important to be honest with yours...I think it's important to be honest with yourself and your readers. Even those just new to this trail of grief wonder what it will be like in ten years. I remember thinking there's no way I could survive that long feeling like I did at the beginning. Yet, I along, with you and many others, have survived, even though sometimes (maybe a lot of times) we still feel that intense loss, and always will. But we also find those moments of laughter and joy and gratitude. Everyone needs to know there is hope. Thank you.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00824027366993286152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-42045206907462919452021-07-28T15:31:39.435-07:002021-07-28T15:31:39.435-07:00OMgosh what are the chances. There has to be a go...OMgosh what are the chances. There has to be a god-wink there somewhere ... maybe it will come to you one day. For now, you're entitled to feel what you feel right now (not that you need us to tell you that). Now is the time to worry after yourself, not others. twingleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06522686117490148348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-24149275308815562552021-07-28T10:50:42.618-07:002021-07-28T10:50:42.618-07:00Wow, that was beautiful. I'm so sorry about it...Wow, that was beautiful. I'm so sorry about it all, and grateful along with you for the subsequent children who followed deep despair.Jillnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-77450488257394059362021-07-28T07:41:53.869-07:002021-07-28T07:41:53.869-07:00Sending loveSending loveMalka Neustadternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-18522890642807913752021-07-28T07:01:51.239-07:002021-07-28T07:01:51.239-07:00You're entitled to your feelings; whatever the...You're entitled to your feelings; whatever they are and whenever they come. Thanks for sharing.Linda Bakernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-39918442839554092362021-07-28T06:50:08.968-07:002021-07-28T06:50:08.968-07:00Thank you for writing about this precious day. It ...Thank you for writing about this precious day. It not only allows us to experience a glimpse of God's plan coming full circle, but it also lets us grieve and love with you. Michelle Layer Rahalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03419640807364242196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-60568401988655220192021-07-28T05:51:59.005-07:002021-07-28T05:51:59.005-07:00Anna, I got goosebumps when I read this. Life is s...Anna, I got goosebumps when I read this. Life is so mysterious sometimes. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-29430796740883979652021-07-27T17:58:03.015-07:002021-07-27T17:58:03.015-07:00I do think that was a sign from Jack, your seeing ...I do think that was a sign from Jack, your seeing that young man. I mean, how strange of a coincidence is that, to see him in your new neighborhood, just as you were ruminating on the upcoming 10-year anniversary? I feel as though he is telling you that he is okay and that you will be okay and things right now are just as they should be, much as you might wish they were different.<br /><br />Life is so strange, though, isn't it? It's beyond us to figure it all out.Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-41960792386927710932021-07-27T16:13:45.801-07:002021-07-27T16:13:45.801-07:00Oh, Anna... Your words are so poignant and true an...Oh, Anna... Your words are so poignant and true and -- yes -- filled with pain and hope. Thank you for being honest with us. Thank you for trusting us with your grief.Karen (formerly kcinnova)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08965093440928340819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-4053411048586234202021-07-27T15:59:59.236-07:002021-07-27T15:59:59.236-07:00Oh Anna, I am so sorry. I have a five year old as...Oh Anna, I am so sorry. I have a five year old as well and life is exhausting, especially in this heat! <br /><br />I have been following you ever since, "Help Margaret Meet Justin Bieber" showed up in my facebook feed. The one thing I have always wondered about is how Jack ended up in the water...what did the boys he was with say? What do they think now? I can't imagine it doesn't impact them daily, though certainly not in the same way it impacts those who love Jack the most. I am constantly telling my ten year old son about creeks when it rains and the dangers...I am certain Jack has saved lives.<br /><br />There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Jack sent you Andrew. In fact, when people ask why I am a believer and why I just know that our loved ones are still with us even once they are no longer physically on Earth, I always think of your Jack. Sending hugs to you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-57259018300046050662021-07-27T13:54:15.076-07:002021-07-27T13:54:15.076-07:00This is achingly beautiful, and as always will hel...This is achingly beautiful, and as always will help so many others. So much love to you, Anna. You're a miracle, too.Ann Imighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01383249597505013239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-52574949235258734382021-07-27T13:51:11.696-07:002021-07-27T13:51:11.696-07:00Love you Anna.Love you Anna.Gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00039056206420438194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-42570420365919101612021-07-27T13:40:28.504-07:002021-07-27T13:40:28.504-07:00I am sure some days even hour by hour is too much....I am sure some days even hour by hour is too much. Lifting you up. <br />XoxoTheresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05122120224537171341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-92223834606401981322021-07-27T13:34:53.148-07:002021-07-27T13:34:53.148-07:00After my oldest grandson died in a fentynal poison...After my oldest grandson died in a fentynal poisoning, I came across this Inuit proverb. You may have also read it. It gave me great comfort and I now have it on a stamp that I use to make sympathy cards. When you wrote of Jack being happy, it reminded me of the saying. While it hurts so much to not have them here with us, it's good to know they're happy. “Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.” <br /><br />I applaud your wisdom to go back to taking life hour by hour and day by day until you're strong enough to take larger chunks. Keep on making the choices that work for you.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04314442257290369186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-29081958237658541272021-06-03T12:20:05.354-07:002021-06-03T12:20:05.354-07:00Well! I almost peed myself laughing. This story is...Well! I almost peed myself laughing. This story is hilarious. Thank you for brightening my day. grammiex12https://www.blogger.com/profile/00853004106147674796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-62208458431581294422021-05-19T15:29:19.543-07:002021-05-19T15:29:19.543-07:00Oh my gosh, but that had me laughing. How nice to ...Oh my gosh, but that had me laughing. How nice to finally be out doing things! Did you find a home for the vase?Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00659861991637826572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-83223521812205509372021-05-19T15:27:13.719-07:002021-05-19T15:27:13.719-07:00Oh my gosh, but that had me laughing! Oh my gosh, but that had me laughing! Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00659861991637826572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-38504758916562954352021-04-26T06:24:54.268-07:002021-04-26T06:24:54.268-07:00My piece de resistance of dignified motherhood rem...My piece de resistance of dignified motherhood remains the early days of pregnancy with my oldest. I had hyperemesis but it was really early and I thought I just had regular morning sickness. I went to the cinema with friends. I made it to the last 15 minutes of the movie then realised I had to puke, and vomited (thankfully just water) all the way down the stairs in the cinema, made it to the toilets, carried on throwing up throughout the rest of the film and wet myself. Then my friends drove me home. Good times 👍Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14920197450564807318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-12819797865636059422021-04-22T07:33:12.899-07:002021-04-22T07:33:12.899-07:00It was one of those things :)
"I.P. Freeley&...It was one of those things :)<br /><br />"I.P. Freeley" hahaha, bless you...! <br /><br />K xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-83312380823297759202021-04-14T11:47:37.377-07:002021-04-14T11:47:37.377-07:00"Mommy always says she's going to pee her..."Mommy always says she's going to pee herself, but this time I think she really did."<br />haha!! <br /><br />Wow ~ that is a big vase. It's kewel though. Glad to see you post. :) <br />Reeniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06039141022500362776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-33974493825912209822021-04-10T14:25:42.930-07:002021-04-10T14:25:42.930-07:00hahahaha aha HHAHAHAHAHAHAAA. HHHHHAAAAAaaaaaaaaa...hahahaha aha HHAHAHAHAHAHAAA. HHHHHAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-49597909630928111322021-04-10T12:11:20.815-07:002021-04-10T12:11:20.815-07:00Anna, in all the years I’ve been following you, I’...Anna, in all the years I’ve been following you, I’ve never read a post I didn’t like until now. Was there not a bathroom at the restaurant?Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07971371501195330922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-72159553243390649952021-04-10T10:08:11.449-07:002021-04-10T10:08:11.449-07:00Thanks for the deep belly laugh today! Hilarious a...Thanks for the deep belly laugh today! Hilarious and so relatable.Aliciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15610927909963221311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-54884918935008478332021-04-10T09:56:02.047-07:002021-04-10T09:56:02.047-07:00What a cutie. Andrew is growing up. And what on ea...What a cutie. Andrew is growing up. And what on earth was that jar used for! Just looking at it makes me cross my legs. Jamie Mileshttp://jamiemiles.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-5824989779213863962021-04-10T08:36:12.028-07:002021-04-10T08:36:12.028-07:00That is an AMAZING vase
-Signed, a fellow member i...That is an AMAZING vase<br />-Signed, a fellow member in the Bladder Challenged SisterhoodChellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08600513358054517533noreply@blogger.com