tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post8758069134745827209..comments2023-10-01T10:27:21.384-04:00Comments on the art of grief: being Bunnyabandonedsoulshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-53362099519518072862011-12-17T21:30:49.894-05:002011-12-17T21:30:49.894-05:00and such a magnificient bunny!!!and such a magnificient bunny!!!Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03399435237919718544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-37412585018010104222011-12-17T17:33:39.286-05:002011-12-17T17:33:39.286-05:00"When you share your sorrow, it is halved, an..."When you share your sorrow, it is halved, and quartered, and eighthed and…shared with each compassionate heart that accepts your journey as part of his or her own." I can't accept responsibility and don't know the author of this quote, but find it to be true. Wishing you a Blessed Christmas season.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-35430460362190714712011-12-16T08:58:37.497-05:002011-12-16T08:58:37.497-05:00To 2nd anonymous from 1st anonymous, it is quite o...To 2nd anonymous from 1st anonymous, it is quite obvious that no one has ever loved you and/or that you have never loved. I feel sorry for you. You have to live your own truth - not someone else's.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-46685392000591621562011-12-16T08:49:57.617-05:002011-12-16T08:49:57.617-05:00Wishing you a peaceful holiday season. Glad you go...Wishing you a peaceful holiday season. Glad you got a tree this year. The second annon comment is unbelievable. Who writes crap like that?<br /><br />Merry Christmas. May 2012 bring us peace.Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13743446066024389563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-8953215001366314292011-12-15T07:49:48.935-05:002011-12-15T07:49:48.935-05:00first anonymous, i am sorry for your loss. thank ...first anonymous, i am sorry for your loss. thank you for writing. i wish you a peaceful Christmas as well.<br /><br />second anonymous, your arrogance and narrow-mindedness is exceeded only by your cruelty. be more thoughtful what you put out into the world. it has a way of coming back around.abandonedsoulshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-67886532531026938762011-12-14T20:48:07.926-05:002011-12-14T20:48:07.926-05:00"Till death do us part." They're de..."Till death do us part." They're dead. Get lives for yourselves. You're both sick in the head. Even Michelle Neff Hernandez who runs Soaring Sprits isn't a widow anymore but got a life put herself out there and got married again. No one loves forever. Rubbish. YOur giving widows a bad name.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-21534187002745108552011-12-14T17:18:51.026-05:002011-12-14T17:18:51.026-05:00I found your blog shortly after you started writin...I found your blog shortly after you started writing it when I was looking something up, can't remember anymore. But I have read every single posting of yours. I've looked at your pictures and listened to the songs you pick out. Always eloquent and beautiful. I've never commented because I honestly don't have words for this kind of thing. Maybe because I've lived it. Don't know why but I feel compelled to write now. <br /><br />My wife died giving birth to our twins, boy and girl. Blessed with both but lost her from complications. I did get to say goodbye and to this day I can call up her face and hear her voice. We named the babies together and then she died. Roman and Julie. I wanted you to know because I read that you and Dragon were Shakespeare fans. Just like us. Roman and Julie from Romeo and Juliet. We didn't want to strap the kids with that but we came as close as we could.<br /><br />Roman and julie graduate from college this June and I've done it alone. Never had the urge to date. Lots of nice women were marched past me but none held a candle to my wife. Your writing is parallel to what I went through, to what I still feel for my wife. Her picture is on my bedside table. Say goodnight to her every night.<br /><br />You hold true to yourself. You live and grieve the way it works for you. No one understood me, especially with two babies to raise, but I turned a deaf ear. My Rose is the only one for me. I'm hoping to have my life with her when, as you have written of it, "it's my turn to take that journey." Peaceful Christmas Bunny. You dream of your Dragon and I'll dream of my Rose.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com