tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post9055007673725749964..comments2023-11-05T01:20:41.116-07:00Comments on gwendomama: I Talk to AshesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-32482161421657176612008-04-02T20:37:00.000-07:002008-04-02T20:37:00.000-07:00My heart aches from reading this. It's not fair. S...My heart aches from reading this. <BR/>It's not fair. <BR/>So tragic. <BR/>And yet you manage to keep your wit and humor about you, which is most admirable.Mama Klistelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08087468442324617161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-53041602062679069432008-04-01T11:37:00.000-07:002008-04-01T11:37:00.000-07:00When I'm conflicted, it's the soft dream voice tha...When I'm conflicted, it's the soft dream voice that invariably gives me a true north direction. The rest is my head playing games of angst and pain with me. I always go with the sign that points towards peace.<BR/><BR/>If it were me I would build that castle on the beach, and let the sea take him. Maybe he is ready to be a part of something bigger, to be incorporated into the fish, plankton, kelp and elephant seals. <BR/><BR/>My daughter told me the other day that she saw our dear lost Maggie in a tree. I said "where"? She said "Mommy, she's in all the trees and flowers, can't you see?". Why are kids so much wiser than us?<BR/><BR/>My heart is with you. xoxo<BR/><BR/>-LaurieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-44560203626974024932008-04-01T09:43:00.001-07:002008-04-01T09:43:00.001-07:00It was my job to collect my dad's ashes, I dreaded...It was my job to collect my dad's ashes, I dreaded that task until I had him, in a posh urn type thing that matched the colour of my sofa and he ast in my TV for 2 days until I took him to mum's house. I got such peace from that wine coloured urn, I was sad when it didn't sit on my TV anymore. Who know why we feel these things, it probably doesn't even matter, just as long as we get through it, somehow.<BR/>I have been back to look at your picture of Elijah more times that I can count, because he is just divine. I think you are doing whatever you need to do rather beautifully, I hate that you have to do it though.The other mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03913638956964378435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-56735290872254742612008-04-01T09:43:00.000-07:002008-04-01T09:43:00.000-07:00It was my job to collect my dad's ashes, I dreaded...It was my job to collect my dad's ashes, I dreaded that task until I had him, in a posh urn type thing that matched the colour of my sofa and he ast in my TV for 2 days until I took him to mum's house. I got such peace from that wine coloured urn, I was sad when it didn't sit on my TV anymore. Who know why we feel these things, it probably doesn't even matter, just as long as we get through it, somehow.<BR/>I have been back to look at your picture of Elijah more times that I can count, because he is just divine. I think you are doing whatever you need to do rather beautifully, I hate that you have to do it though.The other mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03913638956964378435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-11085155157345560742008-03-31T09:08:00.000-07:002008-03-31T09:08:00.000-07:00What a beautiful, bittersweet image. Maybe that's...What a beautiful, bittersweet image. Maybe that's the way, but perhaps now is not the time.Broadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03980127846960407409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-56840162970827053742008-03-28T18:32:00.000-07:002008-03-28T18:32:00.000-07:00It's a beautiful peaceful dream. A sandcastle buil...It's a beautiful peaceful dream. A sandcastle built with love by mom and dad, and decorated by Supergirl. A lovely way to let go, and find that peace. I hope it becomes a reality for you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-81908612012592897592008-03-28T17:53:00.000-07:002008-03-28T17:53:00.000-07:00The picture took my breath away. I too vote for ke...The picture took my breath away. I too vote for keeping him with you. Cause I guess thats what I would do. Im like that. <BR/>-ShannonShannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12502975676135226121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-63806425976941636812008-03-28T16:59:00.000-07:002008-03-28T16:59:00.000-07:00I found your blog recently, added you to my Google...I found your blog recently, added you to my Google Reader, and have been reading every one of your posts. My heart hurts every time I read about your terrible loss but your bravery makes me truly admire you. That being said, as a totally presumptious stranger, maybe your subconscious was telling you it's time to start trying to let go...let his ashes return to the earth. I know everyone has to deal with loss in their own way (my dad died a year ago and I still start to call him to talk about things) and I think you know best what will work for you. The fact that you are thinking and writing about this says you may be ready to make some changes. You have many people who are thinking about you, praying for you, and wishing you the best.Jan Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01017940083154196373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-66960111511404863442008-03-28T16:46:00.000-07:002008-03-28T16:46:00.000-07:00Maybe that is what Elijah wants for you? Something...Maybe that is what Elijah wants for you? Something peaceful, something beautiful ... I can't get that image out of my head now, too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-61638981337719960672008-03-28T14:57:00.000-07:002008-03-28T14:57:00.000-07:00Where are the words that might provide some sort o...Where are the words that might provide some sort of solace or comfort? I think that there are none. None whatsoever.<BR/><BR/>A comment on a blog seems so inadequate, but I vote for keeping the ashes, especially because you are still so uncertain.<BR/><BR/>Rebecca F.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-42176265734300743622008-03-28T13:53:00.000-07:002008-03-28T13:53:00.000-07:00G,I think that you need to do whatever feels right...G,<BR/>I think that you need to do whatever feels right for you. I have been thinking about Elijah's little box of ashes alot lately too. I have something that would be perfect for where his little box sits.<BR/>Love you<BR/>DDenisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03519732798505354256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-26039854898458722302008-03-28T12:35:00.000-07:002008-03-28T12:35:00.000-07:00i was going to say what tricia said too.xoxoi was going to say what tricia said too.<BR/>xoxoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-57288158716988890372008-03-28T11:23:00.000-07:002008-03-28T11:23:00.000-07:00WOW...Speechless!((HUGS))I'm thinking of you this ...WOW...Speechless!<BR/>((HUGS))<BR/>I'm thinking of you this weekend!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-67966984859236879472008-03-28T11:19:00.000-07:002008-03-28T11:19:00.000-07:00Sigh... the dream sounds peaceful...Sigh... the dream sounds peaceful...tracey.becker1@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09606831315390042198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-16442477623426501422008-03-28T10:58:00.000-07:002008-03-28T10:58:00.000-07:00i was going to say the same thing as tricia.i was going to say the same thing as tricia.mamadaisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10983199831374389086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825229.post-78284103640246639382008-03-28T10:23:00.000-07:002008-03-28T10:23:00.000-07:00I think you are writing the dead baby manual... be...I think you are writing the dead baby manual... beautiful dream.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14581392888793642746noreply@blogger.com