tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post5314075292368910405..comments2024-03-28T14:45:34.423-04:00Comments on 37 Paddington: Wishing37paddingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-78315463125371555512014-11-28T12:46:02.359-05:002014-11-28T12:46:02.359-05:00That may be one of the most beautiful photographs ...That may be one of the most beautiful photographs I've ever seen, and this piece of yours one of the most touching ever. I so know what you mean about needing the physical presence but watching the growing absence and wondering how or if you can ever let go. Your mother is your mother is your mother. There is no one who can replace her. Yet, here we are. This is it. The end of a life. What to say to your fierce love and understanding of all this? I send you my love.Andreahttp://andreacarlisle.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-67905876923865264022014-11-23T05:22:28.087-05:002014-11-23T05:22:28.087-05:00Oh my. It's got to be so hard to see someone y...Oh my. It's got to be so hard to see someone you love slipping like that. I remember seeing it in my grandmother, and I dread the day I see it in my own mother. You are a hero for traveling so far and making sure you are there.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-76678620069269191602014-11-22T11:24:01.629-05:002014-11-22T11:24:01.629-05:00Dear Rosemarie, I wish there was something I could...Dear Rosemarie, I wish there was something I could say or do. I'm so sorry for this sorrowful time. Your mother is surrounded in love. I send all of mine. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-78849504996586878232014-11-22T04:22:58.884-05:002014-11-22T04:22:58.884-05:00A bittersweet time--hold fast to what you can and ...A bittersweet time--hold fast to what you can and know that love never dies...Her white hair is beautiful!ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-21068554281320593012014-11-22T02:03:08.060-05:002014-11-22T02:03:08.060-05:00My God that picture of your mother's white hai...My God that picture of your mother's white hair flying behind her is beautiful, so of this and<br />other worlds. Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06318174928862120631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-78990759323580031452014-11-21T17:24:00.690-05:002014-11-21T17:24:00.690-05:00I am in much the same situation. All I can do is ...I am in much the same situation. All I can do is cherish her in her moments of clarity and honour her essential being in those other moments. We are blessed to have these dear ones with us still. And when they are gone, we become the "old ladies."<br /><br />-invisigal<br /><br />(My dearly departed mother-in-law was from Antigua and what a proud and beautiful force of nature she was! How I miss her.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-67358577087618596492014-11-21T13:41:12.490-05:002014-11-21T13:41:12.490-05:00My heart breaks for you and for your mother, too. ...My heart breaks for you and for your mother, too. <br />Of course you're not ready for her to leave- how can you ever be? I don't have one damn thing to say that could comfort you. Those words have not been invented. Just know that I love you and that I wish you peace and I wish your mother peace, here and now. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com