Songs of Love and Grief

Feb 01, 2010 11:00

Mourning changes frequency; it alters shape and texture and the force of its grip around your throat, but it never ceases ( Read more... )

death, old stuff, father, tales of love & grief

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land_girl February 1 2010, 11:07:39 UTC
I don't know what my father sounded like. My mother once told me that his voice was a little bit like one of the actors in Taggart; I listened and it sent shivers up my spine. It is strange not to have a record of something so fundamental.

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rainsinger February 3 2010, 10:37:00 UTC
Yes. And strange to hunt a man through scraps.

At least though, you write a lovely blog which will be something for your kids to have and to hold one day.

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anonymous February 1 2010, 21:24:14 UTC
Oh, the way you write....

(Maggie, dammit)

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rainsinger February 3 2010, 10:35:15 UTC
Thank you Maggie, for the visit and the compliment. :)

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Five Star Friday anonymous February 5 2010, 15:56:21 UTC
This weblog is being featured on Five Star Friday: http://www.fivestarfriday.com/2010/02/five-star-fridays-edition-90.html

Congratulations!

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Re: Five Star Friday rainsinger February 11 2010, 13:21:07 UTC
OOoh, thank you. How thrilling.

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ext_223998 February 5 2010, 19:40:18 UTC
Your writing is marvelous.

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rainsinger February 11 2010, 13:22:29 UTC
Thank you so much.

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