tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post4523812793272660524..comments2023-05-13T06:25:38.107-08:00Comments on Our Third Thirds: The Tragedy of the Ninth NinthCloudyinAKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354513104617596508noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-45575084112870590122016-03-24T13:01:35.168-08:002016-03-24T13:01:35.168-08:00When my father died, I said that since matter coul...When my father died, I said that since matter could not be created or destroyed, just converted into energy, that's where my father was now -- the energy inside me. This is just so different because my mother is "still" here.CloudyinAKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04354513104617596508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-43896450424749404122016-03-24T08:38:33.355-08:002016-03-24T08:38:33.355-08:00I never had to deal with the dementia, but definit...I never had to deal with the dementia, but definitely with the loud TV and no sleep. We managed to get earphones for my dad and that solved the problem. May not be a solution for you with the added complication of dementia. <br /><br />It may feel like your mother is gone, but she's really part of you, just as your sister says. She'll never really leave. Of course, there's good and bad about that, but ultimately you can pick and choose the parts to remember, take out and use. Robynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02508563945310095053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-41401234844841734702016-03-22T05:19:21.868-08:002016-03-22T05:19:21.868-08:00Thank you all for your thoughts. Much appreciated....Thank you all for your thoughts. Much appreciated. I'm still processing....CloudyinAKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04354513104617596508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-27649771939507443352016-03-17T00:03:56.506-08:002016-03-17T00:03:56.506-08:00Our parents' final gift to us, their children,...Our parents' final gift to us, their children, is death. I couldn't have said that even five years ago; but with time's healing, I know it's true.<br /><br />Your mother is still with you. It's what you need her to be that's gone. For me, as any time someone speaks of a living parent, a part of me relives my moment of loss, of the time my mother died. <br /><br />And sometimes, just some times, I remember it was her life, not mine, that mattered most at that moment. <br /><br />Now go live and see a play!Jacob Dugan-Brausehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06287631724339961459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-19324713780900989412016-03-16T12:17:36.182-08:002016-03-16T12:17:36.182-08:00I could have written almost the same things about ...I could have written almost the same things about my mother. You are being a good, kind daughter, even if it doesn't always feel like it. The Noodlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00931727195407264781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-73925340691417611562016-03-15T19:14:37.846-08:002016-03-15T19:14:37.846-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12558480375972596428noreply@blogger.com