Sep 08, 2007 11:08
as i crept off to lay in bed in the dark, Nan and Saru came in to see if i was ok. i came home crying and Bub explained to them what had happened. i hid at my computer for awhile but my head hurt so i was seeking darkness and quiet.
Saru helped by taking care of the baby, but Nan lay down on the bed next to me to comfort me with her presence and say she was sorry for me.
i'm so proud of my girls. i would never have been able to do that at their age. i can barely do it at *my* age. to give sympathy to someone else when they need it is a gift. that is why i love having my kids so much. you don't have kids so they can be carbon copies of you, you have them so they can do all the things you couldn't--whether it is go to college or climb mountains or know what to say. so they can be better then you are.
i'm reading back posts now that i didn't get around to before, crying because i can't comment anymore, and maybe slowly feeling better because there was such a person in the world, rather than there isn't anymore (tho that thought just makes me feel sick, so i'm not going to dwell on it right now).
death,
my kids,
health:emotional stuff,
friend:diluvian-jen