tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post7260470775571759896..comments2024-01-25T09:02:39.663-05:00Comments on annie oddflower: What Do You See, Little Stone Angel?anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900362807680333144noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-78551461361706007012015-01-11T10:14:44.528-06:002015-01-11T10:14:44.528-06:00Thank you, Daisy. I'm very grateful for your p...Thank you, Daisy. I'm very grateful for your presence with me.anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14900362807680333144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-45972131305513834192015-01-11T10:14:11.036-06:002015-01-11T10:14:11.036-06:00Thanks, Lori! You are right, there is something sp...Thanks, Lori! You are right, there is something special about people remembering the lives of our loved ones. It's funny how grief can slip up on us years later. anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14900362807680333144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-56692880166330373652015-01-11T10:12:22.293-06:002015-01-11T10:12:22.293-06:00Thanks, Denise! Much love back to you!Thanks, Denise! Much love back to you!anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14900362807680333144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-36779016002525711242015-01-11T10:11:56.300-06:002015-01-11T10:11:56.300-06:00It's always good to hear from you, Jim. I'...It's always good to hear from you, Jim. I'm glad to have you around.anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14900362807680333144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-18913934744712150162015-01-11T10:11:14.904-06:002015-01-11T10:11:14.904-06:00Thanks, Mindy! I know you do understand the washin...Thanks, Mindy! I know you do understand the washing over of your own grief, and my heart goes out to you...anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14900362807680333144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-72652894708593847112015-01-10T08:21:37.094-06:002015-01-10T08:21:37.094-06:00((((annie)))) Sometimes the waves are just too bi...((((annie)))) Sometimes the waves are just too big. Sorrow is a strange thing. It's good that you express yourself about it. And, in as much as we can, we sit with you. Daisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07074990352248493598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-11169016878992770882015-01-07T19:06:33.644-06:002015-01-07T19:06:33.644-06:00I love the Golden man... but seriously... being so...I love the Golden man... but seriously... being someone who likes cemeteries and feel ok with being there, busying myself chatting away to them who obviously are not there... there is comfort. No matter the weather. No matter what. I always said, as some wise one said before me, we do our best to honor our loved ones to live as though they were still among us. <br />For me, like your friends son and you.. it does the heart good that someone remembers them and loves them the way you do. Someone who isn't afraid to talk about them as though they never lived. I always wanted that for Gary... that people would remember his life, not the fact that he died. That's what brought me comfort. <br />Sad because I been missing my Dad this past couple weeks and have no idea why. I miss my damn dad. <br />I like your flowers. <br />Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658952413441149677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-32200316581593721732015-01-06T18:25:22.219-06:002015-01-06T18:25:22.219-06:00<3<3D. Lott Arellanonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-66576913973232727512015-01-05T07:46:13.098-06:002015-01-05T07:46:13.098-06:00Honesty. Out of one's "belly". This ...Honesty. Out of one's "belly". This is where we meet. With one another. With Him. Hearing you, Annie, and somehow am "connected" even though your journey is not specifically mine. Good to sit down with you at His well...Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13302132941940784968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-87866503755083013972015-01-05T06:22:46.704-06:002015-01-05T06:22:46.704-06:00Thank you for trusting us enough to share this. I...Thank you for trusting us enough to share this. I know our situations are different but, I understand the washing over. <br /><br />You and the flowers are always more than good enough. Princess of Everything (and then some)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15389182962616830610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-24458995617481562102015-01-04T22:44:14.617-06:002015-01-04T22:44:14.617-06:00I'm glad to hear that, Rach. Thank you.I'm glad to hear that, Rach. Thank you. anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14900362807680333144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9351429.post-5226112998292183882015-01-04T22:32:46.685-06:002015-01-04T22:32:46.685-06:00The realism of how you write about your grief spea...The realism of how you write about your grief speaks to me. Thanks. spookyrachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11652180845736295060noreply@blogger.com