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Comment on Soft. by SPeters

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Comment on Nessie. by Jamie

Jamie — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 03:39:14 +0000

Thanks, Jane. As the hours go by, I think my tough old bird is going to make it through this scare, hopefully. But I know her time is still coming. 15 for Daisy, though — that’s awesome!!

Comment on Nessie. by Jane

Jane — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 01:15:59 +0000

My Daisy will be turning 15 this April. I’m right there with you. No matter how much I try to come to terms with it, I’m pretty sure I won’t be prepared.

Thinking of you and Nessie.

Comment on Complicated dreams, part two (and slightly disgusting). by Flossip

Flossip — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:19:56 +0000

So this link says a lot of stuff but something along the lines that you are sharing yourself… that seems to make some sort of sense.

http://www.dreammessenger.com/page158.html#TO DREAM YOU ARE COOKING SOMETHING OVR A OPEN FIRE IN KETTLE

Comment on On being single: lesson # 526 by Anon

Anon — Sun, 04 Sep 2011 00:18:05 +0000

And just look where you are now…

Comment on In over my head. by Flossip

Flossip — Mon, 22 Aug 2011 02:46:55 +0000

I have major issues with procrastination… it is my least favorite trait about myself.

Comment on A Wednesday haiku. by Jamie

Jamie — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 03:01:46 +0000

Before I can let it be, I have to let it out a little. ; )

Comment on A Wednesday haiku. by fred

fred — Thu, 07 Jul 2011 15:38:24 +0000

“let it be”

Comment on A wonderful day. by Flossip

Flossip — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 04:26:43 +0000

Sometimes the only way to process is to write. This was powerful. Hope you are well.

Comment on A wonderful day. by Jamie's mom and former wife of Dave

Jamie's mom and former wife of Dave — Sun, 22 May 2011 21:26:50 +0000

Well written Jamie and strongly felt. I, too, have felt grief this week for a man who I was once deeply in love with and for a marriage that slowly crept away from both of us over a period of 17 years. Our divorce was mutually decided upon. There was no arguing or hating. It was just time to move on. The death of a child is an indescribable experience and I am sure that what we had left of our relationship was just not enough to survive the terrible grief I went through. The hard work I did to recover spun me into a new world which I don’t think Dave could ever understand. I remember telling him that he needed to let me follow my heart until the pain decreased. I, at one time, slept each night on the front lawn, looking up at the stars. It became a sacred place where I could talk to your brother. Then there was the time that I fell in love with Bob Marley and reggae music. I found peace in the music and in the sacred mountains with rastas, who adopted me and gave me spiritual solace. I am sure he thought I had gone mad. Maybe he was right. There was just so much poor communication…me the artist with dreams and poetic feelings and Dave the engineer with a mind full of nuts and bolts. I can assure you Jamie, that he did love you. He could because he raised two little girls before I met him. But his inability to love Justin was a huge wound for both of us. I tried so many times to convince Dave that Justin could not be pigeon holed into his idea of a “man” but to no avail. Sadly, when Justin died, he died without the relationship with Dave that he so very much wanted. I could not bear to live in the house so full of memories but Dave could not understand my desperate need for change.
I think Dave recognised how hard it was for you to leave Colorado and felt bad that you had to go through it all. He took it well, he supported us financially for many years, he did his best and he loved me. Life and grief and sorrow are all just a part of our growth process. The last stage of grief is acceptance. There is no right or wrong here and under the circumstances we all did the best we could. It is now time to learn all the lessons and try to be better selves ,more aware, more sensitive, forgiving and kind. It’s never too late make the world a little better place. I believe in Karma and I know I still have time to make good before it is my time.

So let our grief define our forward path in a postive way. I would not have experienced so many things without Dave. I am glad that he also forgave me,too. He really was a good guy.
May he rest in peace.

Thanks, honey for sharing your thoughts,
Mom.