tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326725956609171637.post5045946911374680005..comments2024-03-01T00:43:24.860-08:00Comments on sick girl speaks!: Pockets of GriefTiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01295361245286822597noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326725956609171637.post-53918245646090467342007-05-28T11:54:00.000-07:002007-05-28T11:54:00.000-07:00Two comments:One: This is a very moving post, par...Two comments:<BR/><BR/>One: This is a very moving post, particularly because I was overwhelmed with a pocket of grief this week as my son graduated from high school while my aging mother lost ground to multiple strokes. Now I better understand what all those waves of tears were from (wish they hadn't flowed, however, at the grocery store). <BR/><BR/>Two: I vote for this format for your book, i.e. experiences followed by verdict. Your style is very clear and very helpful with this approach. <BR/><BR/>Thank you for sharing all you go through with us.denverdochttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09574453567392165275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326725956609171637.post-49957305238899181452007-05-25T13:43:00.000-07:002007-05-25T13:43:00.000-07:00As a fellow classmate from that very school you ha...As a fellow classmate from that very school you had to walk away from, I too feel the same mourning. Granted, I'm not ill, however, I realized only then that I walked away from my dreams (and my friends, you being one of them). <BR/>And now, 10 years later, I too am mourning. Damn, if it didn't take me by surprise. I need to look into that bank and make a deposit because darn tootin' those new grads are going to go through the same mourning someday. We all do, some sooner or sicker than later.JJBrakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07453894113998905118noreply@blogger.com