tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post2309738054378199049..comments2023-11-03T09:19:49.032-04:00Comments on The Stupidsheet: ResidualsLippyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280795930290894490noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-20907018546142825412008-08-07T23:05:00.000-04:002008-08-07T23:05:00.000-04:00Isn't it amazing to see your child as a separate p...Isn't it amazing to see your child as a separate person with separate processes for dealing and such. Such a small glimpse yet it says so much!<BR/><BR/>XX<BR/>Love ya babe!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-25894343476393526622008-07-02T01:19:00.000-04:002008-07-02T01:19:00.000-04:00The night before my grandpa died, I had remembered...The night before my grandpa died, I had remembered someone saying, they hold on to life when they're in that bad of shape because they need to make peace. I sat next to his bed, he was really far gone, couldn't speak. I leaned in and told him, for some reason I can't recall, some instinctual reaction, that he could let go, I'd take care of mama. He died the next morning.<BR/><BR/>I remember dreaminglilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11828061245668644630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-20473528030750788302008-06-29T22:18:00.000-04:002008-06-29T22:18:00.000-04:00I am deeply touched, Jimmy. Not only by the beaut...I am deeply touched, Jimmy. Not only by the beauty of your daughter's heart and the sweetness of her soul, but also by the way you shared this with us. I was moved by your words to the point where I could see and feel what you did ~ if only for a moment. And that was indeed a gift. Thank you for sharing, and Bless you, in all that you are going through lately. <BR/><BR/>MichelleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-52651771191309397072008-06-25T19:19:00.000-04:002008-06-25T19:19:00.000-04:00Hey there my friend. I have always loved reading ...Hey there my friend. I have always loved reading your journals. You are so wise and a great writer. I wish I was as wise as you. Anyways this entry really was a touching one. I am so amazed when I watch children. You are so right when you say they are people too. Thanks for the invite. Take care Much luv ChrisAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04939770379116337774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-9684030398222117122008-06-25T16:43:00.000-04:002008-06-25T16:43:00.000-04:00I loved this post. What a beautiful little spirit...I loved this post. What a beautiful little spirit you have there in your home.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11050630762421604324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-72472169792324727612008-06-25T00:25:00.000-04:002008-06-25T00:25:00.000-04:00Your daughter is definitely very sensitive and swe...Your daughter is definitely very sensitive and sweet. Children have a way of handling a loss of a loved one in a lot of different ways. After my father passed away my youngest wrote a letter to him. It was the sweetest and most tender letter and yet I'm sure it helped him with the loss of his grandpa. I cherish that letter. <BR/><BR/>That moment watching your daughter is truly a special one.Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11985317662188302652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-65031227851504383122008-06-24T17:03:00.000-04:002008-06-24T17:03:00.000-04:00We all have our own ways, and sometimes, they are ...We all have our own ways, and sometimes, they are just learning how to "do" things. I'm glad you gave the one kid some quiet time in there.<BR/><BR/>I hope you're doing okay, too. You sound fairly at peace. I hope so.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-38034612888364603222008-06-23T22:08:00.000-04:002008-06-23T22:08:00.000-04:00It's probably just her way of dealing with the los...It's probably just her way of dealing with the loss and taking it all in.<BR/><BR/>I remember cleaning out my grandpa's house after he'd passed. We had so much fun going through stuff and finding little treasures. Anyways, it's a good way to connect to our lost loved ones.goddessdivinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03649750585495782767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-14244211199088709912008-06-23T09:35:00.000-04:002008-06-23T09:35:00.000-04:00Beautifully written observation. Another possibl...Beautifully written observation. <BR/><BR/>Another possiblity of what little one was doing, is maybe she was picking up those objects in an attempt to get to know Pop better...you know, learn more about him while she could.<BR/><BR/>Nonetheless, it was incredibly sweet.<BR/><BR/>Love,<BR/>NanceNancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06136883196698277522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-11070022430993735402008-06-23T00:01:00.000-04:002008-06-23T00:01:00.000-04:00I remember when my Dad died. I was 14. Everyone in...I remember when my Dad died. I was 14. Everyone in the house was all a buzz, someone on the phone making arrangements, others cleaning and talking, etc. I picked up my 6 month old nephew and went out to our sun room and rocked him to sleep. I stayed in the quiet, rocking him, for two hours. <BR/><BR/>I'm glad you let her have her private time Jimmy. Some of us humans just need the silence in IndigoSunMoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08910833212315165714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-19702289470504211972008-06-22T23:33:00.000-04:002008-06-22T23:33:00.000-04:00I think kids are the ones we concern ourselves wit...I think kids are the ones we concern ourselves with most during situations like this. We forget how resilient they are. You did the right thing leaving her be. She was saying goodbye in her own way, and maybe deciding how she would deal with it. You're a good Dad, Jimmy. <BR/>Jude<BR/>http://journals.aol.com/jmorancoyle/MyWay<BR/>P.S.: You apologized about not being around in my journal. I'm justAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-60826741797523423822008-06-22T18:10:00.000-04:002008-06-22T18:10:00.000-04:00Life has too much rhyme and reason sometimes dear ...Life has too much rhyme and reason sometimes dear friend. It's a touching and eloquent beauty to witness your own child in these moments. I've had a few of my own lately watching my daughter in her new found role of an adult. There is an echo of ourselves we see within our kids. Sounds like yours have taken the best parts of you hon. Thanks for sharing this poignant moment. (Hugs)IndigoSage Ravenwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17143502548162174269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-12094961457180398472008-06-22T17:37:00.000-04:002008-06-22T17:37:00.000-04:00What a fantastic post and how wonderful you were a...What a fantastic post and how wonderful you were able to witness it.N.F.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15769369890212116831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-52642058766363371102008-06-22T16:34:00.000-04:002008-06-22T16:34:00.000-04:00I'm so glad to see you back. You have been sorely...I'm so glad to see you back. You have been sorely missed around here and J-land and by me. Kids and people cope with death differently and I think you did wonderfully, you know your kids well. Hope you have a happy Sunday evening and week ahead Mr. Sexy Man. Luv ya Jp!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-32595603201818799412008-06-22T15:26:00.000-04:002008-06-22T15:26:00.000-04:00I had one of those moments when my Dad passed too....I had one of those moments when my Dad passed too. I realized I didn't know where my almost 9 year old had disappeared to, so I went looking for her. She was sitting in the bedroom holding Dad's hand (we were still waiting for the funeral home to come pick him up.) I walked in and put my hand on her shoulder and she just looked up and said " I didn't think he would want to be alone, so I;m going Stephanie ~*~ThePastorsWife~*~https://www.blogger.com/profile/14503823303500534272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-17860925717128933412008-06-22T14:15:00.000-04:002008-06-22T14:15:00.000-04:00She was just taking care of what she could for her...She was just taking care of what she could for her grandpa. You know, tending to things. Kind of exactly like her dad. Yes, wonderful fruits indeed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-86294391452884033652008-06-22T14:14:00.000-04:002008-06-22T14:14:00.000-04:00Those were touching observations of a profound los...Those were touching observations of a profound loss for the young ones. You did a good job dad.<BR/><BR/>Glad you're back to work and you didn't have to take out a loan on your cars. Good karma!Tammy Brierlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14673290512175050093noreply@blogger.com