Comments on: A quiet note

By: Karen

Karen — Mon, 18 May 2009 19:51:36 +0000

“Yes”, he was told, that is the Furry with the syringe on top.”

Groan…oh, that’s a good one!

I used to miss my grandmother, who died on Valentines Day…of a ruptured aorta (a broken heart!). And my Mom, who died too young at 58. But now, I think of them fondly without the pain of the loss. Time heals all wounds–that which doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger (if only in spirit.)

By: RobinM

RobinM — Tue, 12 May 2009 23:03:27 +0000

It was so worth reading!

By: karin

karin — Tue, 12 May 2009 20:39:31 +0000

I am so very glad you did tell that story!! And today’s epilogue!

By: Darcy

Darcy — Tue, 12 May 2009 17:27:57 +0000

My mom passed away right before her 60th birthday I was 4.5 months pregnant with Alora she will be 5 yrs old this August.
I promised my mom I would give the baby her middle name so I named her Alora then Sarah after my husbands mother then Rae my mother’s middle name so she is Alora Sarah-Rae my moms birthday would have been yesterday she loved that her birthday was so close to Mother’s Day.
I spent Mother’s Day making and baking banana bread with Alora and Athen and my best girlfriend Dolores then she stayed the night so after I put the girls to bed we sat and knit it was a good day.Hugs Darcy

By: Don Meyer

Don Meyer — Tue, 12 May 2009 17:08:01 +0000

I would say that you were absolutely right to tell that story. It needed to be told.I’m still fighting the cacophony — it’s only been seven months since Am passed away. I know I said this before, but I owe a lot to you and your fellow knitters/bloggers/commenters/ for all the help you’ve given me.

And now that humor I promised yesterday:
This is the story of the crew of the space ship who, while in deep space, discovered that their ship had a serious problem, and they were going to have to land somewhere to repair it. The navigator did a scan and luckily discovered a planet with an atmosphere much like that of earth.

They landed safely in a meadow, and after further testing the atmosphere, debarked to start the repairs. They were quite astonished at the lack of living organisms until one crewman thought he saw movement over in the bushes. After a while they saw very furry creatures creeping towards them, and wondered if this was intelligent life. Then one of the furry creatures made some sounds that might have been speech, so the translator brought his equipment, and discovered that the noises were decipherable.

And so began a conversation between the furry creatures and the space crew. The furry creatures explained that they were very peaceful beings, and the crew explained that they intended no harm — just needed to repair their ship. Then the captain of the space craft asked if they had a leader. He was assured that they did. “Will you take me to him?” inquired the captain. And the Furries, as they called themselves, agreed. And they led the captain to a nearby structure. From out of the opening to the structure came another Furry, but this one looked like it had a hypodermic needle sticking out of the top of its head. “Is that your leader?” the captain inquired. “Yes”, he was told, that is the Furry with the syringe on top.”

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There was a trick horsebackrider who would entertain audiences. Both he and his horse would do tricks, which were really quite fabulous. His most famous trick was where he would place a handkerchief on the ground, and then come speeding by and pick up the handkerchief with his teeth. For an encore, he’d go back and pick up his teeth.

(note: Do you have any idea how old that joke is? I was a pre-teen when I first saw it.)

By: Toni Smoky-Mountains

Toni Smoky-Mountains — Tue, 12 May 2009 15:46:26 +0000

That story needed to be told. The tragedies that sometimes result from hazing need to be told over and over. Sad but true.

By: Cindy in Happy Valley

Cindy in Happy Valley — Tue, 12 May 2009 15:08:01 +0000

When I want to feel peaceful I read your blog. It is always a serene spot in the cacophony of my day. Thank you.

By: TripletMom

TripletMom — Tue, 12 May 2009 13:41:25 +0000

Thank you for telling the story. Sharing stories helps all involved in different & often unexpected ways.

By: Channon

Channon — Tue, 12 May 2009 13:38:22 +0000

Thank you for “the rest of the story.” Another generation often works magic.

By: Pegi

Pegi — Tue, 12 May 2009 13:31:01 +0000

I am glad you did tell yesterday’s story. Two years on, I have gotten to the point where I can tell happy, loving, and funny stories about my late husband without tearing up. It takes a while, but healing does happen. There are still days, though, when I know I will just cry. Anniversaries, birthdays, even Mother’s Day (and we didn’t have children together) still do me in. It’s ok, though, because it’s all part of honoring his memory.