For a Year

Jun 07, 2009 14:09

One year ago, at this time, I was sleeping in my mom's bedroom. I slept all day, and when I woke up and went downstairs they'd already taken my father from his bedroom as well as the hospital bed he lay in for the last four or five months. I stood in the doorway with the open french doors we'd installed to keep the noise of the living room and ( Read more... )

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marianndashwood June 8 2009, 05:39:54 UTC
Those are beautiful thoughts. I often notice, too, how much I've grown thanks to the awful things.

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kawaiiflamingo June 8 2009, 06:53:26 UTC
How nice that you have a recording!

In some ways, when a loved one passes away you almost become closer to them. It's so easy to take them for granted when they're a phone call or txt msg away.

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jeffreycwells June 8 2009, 16:15:32 UTC
Glad to know that you seem to have come to a form of peace about this.

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narniadear June 8 2009, 16:56:56 UTC
I don't think that anything I do could make him less proud of me than he already was.

What great knowledge to have. Hang on to it because I'm sure it's the truth. *hug* You are brave and amazing.

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