tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596242010718863777.post5885646157776235082..comments2023-10-10T05:06:34.329-04:00Comments on Kidless in Suburbia: I think that it’s safe to sayLiz Stone Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759310180633003512noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596242010718863777.post-31178776774821442772008-11-19T16:17:00.000-05:002008-11-19T16:17:00.000-05:00Oh yum. I love Rain.Nice story. :)Oh yum. I love Rain.<BR/><BR/>Nice story. :)Julhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596242010718863777.post-47928967218749486242008-08-06T09:51:00.000-04:002008-08-06T09:51:00.000-04:00Marta, I just realized that you probably meant tha...Marta, I just realized that you probably meant that I should write down the details, even though I don't have someone who necessarily wants to hear them. You're so right. I will try to do that, even if I don't post them here. Maybe something will come out of it that seems interesting enough to post.Liz Stone Abrahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16759310180633003512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596242010718863777.post-73669375455186040262008-08-06T09:19:00.000-04:002008-08-06T09:19:00.000-04:00Colette, your story about you boyfriend's uncle ma...Colette, your story about you boyfriend's uncle made me suddenly remember my school bus driver. We were a horrible bunch of monsters but he kept us entertained with music and jokes. How nice that your boyfriend's uncle was remembered by his passengers in a tangible way.<BR/><BR/>Marta, yes, we all should have someone who makes a point of knowing us. I wonder if I really do that for anyone. It takes energy and genuine interest.<BR/><BR/>I end up in tears when I write about her. You are much braver about writing things that must make you sad. But I'll try. Thanks for the support.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Ophelia, I'm glad that you liked the dialogue. It's not from an actual conversation, as you might have guessed. But I can still hear her voice so clearly that I can produce samples of conversations that we might have had. I'm lucky that they both lived well into their 90s. I was an adult when they died, and so had the chance to recognize how much I valued them.Liz Stone Abrahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16759310180633003512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596242010718863777.post-13476632831878997112008-08-05T22:28:00.000-04:002008-08-05T22:28:00.000-04:00I miss my grandparents so much. It's a rich experi...I miss my grandparents so much. It's a rich experience having them in one's life, and one doesn't realize this until it's too late - like so many things.<BR/><BR/>I love how you wrote the dialogue here. And, she really did just want to know about you, after all. It's obvious that she loved you very much.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596242010718863777.post-88186471764669704322008-08-04T16:50:00.000-04:002008-08-04T16:50:00.000-04:00Write it all down if you want to remember. Write ...Write it all down if you want to remember. Write it here and share or write it on paper. But it does get harder to remember, try as you might.<BR/><BR/>Everyone needs someone in life who makes a point of knowing them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596242010718863777.post-3629878426101534732008-08-02T19:07:00.000-04:002008-08-02T19:07:00.000-04:00"I think we'll be installing a bench in her memory..."I think we'll be installing a bench in her memory in a park near the family home."<BR/><BR/>What a lovely sentiment. I love when people think of beautiful and unique ways to memorialize their loved ones. My boyfriend's uncle died this past year; he was a bus driver, loved by many children. They named one of his bus stops after him.Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09469668551025004035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596242010718863777.post-26703069225194234232008-08-02T09:29:00.000-04:002008-08-02T09:29:00.000-04:00Kate, thanks so much for reading and commenting. I...Kate, thanks so much for reading and commenting. It's been two years today since I lost her but I'm glad to say that my memory of her hasn't faded a bit. I hope that I always remember. She helped shape who I am today.<BR/><BR/>On a Welsh note, my husband is from Cardiff. His mother recently passed away, and we will be making a trip there in the fall. I think we'll be installing a bench in her memory in a park near the family home.Liz Stone Abrahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16759310180633003512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596242010718863777.post-77758923707936731292008-08-02T07:24:00.000-04:002008-08-02T07:24:00.000-04:00Thank you - I enjoyed this piece so much. My Wels...Thank you - I enjoyed this piece so much. My Welsh gramdma (or Mamgu as she is called in Welsh), is 92 and frail but still as sharp as a tack. Lovely to see these ladies being honoured.Kate Lord Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00278515379867576350noreply@blogger.com