tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post5410885025227495681..comments2023-05-13T06:25:38.107-08:00Comments on Our Third Thirds: Missing a BirthdayCloudyinAKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354513104617596508noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-12010801568149580542017-09-12T20:40:52.342-08:002017-09-12T20:40:52.342-08:00Thank you so much, Susan. I like the image of the ...Thank you so much, Susan. I like the image of the tree. It's growing all the time.CloudyinAKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04354513104617596508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-56125539608020815112017-09-12T20:40:05.364-08:002017-09-12T20:40:05.364-08:00So early September does the same thing for the two...So early September does the same thing for the two of us: memories of our mothers. Thank you.CloudyinAKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04354513104617596508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-27578236106442467782017-09-12T13:54:53.910-08:002017-09-12T13:54:53.910-08:00Dear Barbara,
I wish we could have helped you hang...Dear Barbara,<br />I wish we could have helped you hang onto her even longer. And that the end could have been kinder for her. We did get to know her as she once was and truly whenever someone mentions her name, and there are those that still do, it always brings a smile. I love that you are filling the hole with your own memories. One day you'll find a beautiful tree there.<br />Susan GlassgoldSusan Glassgoldnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-75155878747570699792017-09-11T06:45:46.804-08:002017-09-11T06:45:46.804-08:00Barbara this is wonderful. She has been gone six y...Barbara this is wonderful. She has been gone six years, but not a day goes by that I don't miss my mother. She would have been 90 on September 3rd. As a daughter, and a mother, I know a mother is never fully appreciated until they are gone. Taking for granted the constancy of a loving mother is part of their gift to us. A gift we, hopefully, pass on to our own children. At times, when I wish I had been a better daughter I know she felt the same way about her own mother, because you can't truly grasp how much was given except in it's absence.Lizzie Maehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04188333510630705851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-59014863970493666512017-09-10T22:26:26.727-08:002017-09-10T22:26:26.727-08:00Ah, so it's true, things do get better over ti...Ah, so it's true, things do get better over time. One way or another. Thank you.CloudyinAKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04354513104617596508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-43886426494147363942017-09-09T14:54:56.862-08:002017-09-09T14:54:56.862-08:00Remembering only the good stuff will become even t...Remembering only the good stuff will become even truer as the years pass. <br /><br />My mother - now gone for 16 years - was exceptionally difficult. One of the many ways my sister and I bonded in childhood and beyond was complaining about her in that "You agree - she's the problem, not me right?? kind of way. <br /><br />And that even persisted for a couple of years after Mom died. Then we both found we'd let go of the bad stuff and remembered the many ways she was terrific. KateWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03199523207770699620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-74870028358682562142017-09-08T08:36:34.264-08:002017-09-08T08:36:34.264-08:00Eloquent.Eloquent.zibabirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08751768526343022017noreply@blogger.com