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Comment on Note to reader: This is a story I wrote five years ago. I had tucked it away underneath a bunch of files in my desk drawer. When I recently re-read it, I thought the story could stand some light. by Cinema Profound

Cinema Profound — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 02:39:08 +0000

Breathtaking. Also poignant, both of my parents are gone and much of what you wrote here resonated with me. I was the sole caregiver for my mom for close to 10 years before she died, after a prolonged and devastating decline (mentally and physically). It’s lovely to meet you on Twitter. Warm regards, Sidney Peck @Fey1IsleofSkye.

Comment on Note to reader: This is a story I wrote five years ago. I had tucked it away underneath a bunch of files in my desk drawer. When I recently re-read it, I thought the story could stand some light. by Suzi Kressler

Suzi Kressler — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 12:14:24 +0000

Thank you Lib- for keeping this story alive with your lovely wishes.
Interesting timing or ?
Just this morning I was feeling both the joy & the sadness that Holidays bring. I believe both deserve equal time to appreciate what we had, what we have now & hopefully what prompts us to love even bigger tomorrow. Love, Suz

note: I must share to anyone who catches this reply; Libi sends me photos of daffodils when they’re blooming in England. They’re gorgeous. If I can remember how to post a picture here, I’ll share my “daffy” gifts from Libi.

Comment on Note to reader: This is a story I wrote five years ago. I had tucked it away underneath a bunch of files in my desk drawer. When I recently re-read it, I thought the story could stand some light. by libithina

libithina — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 17:26:22 +0000

Hope … you’re seeing .. ‘the early evening sky turn blood-red’
Hope … you’re finding …’swings to swing high ..
and a Number Six Special,
that ‘hamburger topped with mounds of Caesar salad’
…. comfort food ..
sorry me again Suz ..
but found myself wandering ..
and connecting again.
~ hugs always ~
Lib

Comment on Note to reader: This is a story I wrote five years ago. I had tucked it away underneath a bunch of files in my desk drawer. When I recently re-read it, I thought the story could stand some light. by Libithina

Libithina — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 14:24:16 +0000

and surrounded by a field of huge Golden Trumpeting daffodils

Comment on Note to reader: This is a story I wrote five years ago. I had tucked it away underneath a bunch of files in my desk drawer. When I recently re-read it, I thought the story could stand some light. by Libithina

Libithina — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 13:53:14 +0000

Coming up to that day that changed everything and began the chain of what was 2010 ~ the unthinkable ~ the parting that you never imagined would ever be made ~ so much through this year the strength and support that would have been given ~your Dad by your side through your recovery, making sure you ate that special topped with ceasar salad and not just once for a whole month ’till you started to feel a little easier ~ Ah those Dads ~ but you knew they always special ~ strong ~ beloved and loving, loved in return ~ not in a gushing way ~ but edged with a twinkling caring humour ~ made you smile ~ made you feel OK, safe, even when you felt far from ~ had that special magic ~ feel as if I am in ‘countdown’ somehow feeling as if the breath it’s very self counts the beat of time and if the breath could be held then even the power to rewind ~ and almost even to alter the events of time ~ could be changed ~ ‘True Love’ was a song of my Mums and Dads, ‘I give to you what I give to me’ lovely song and I could almost imagine you both singing Suz you and your lovely Dad ~ another for my Mum and Dad personally was ‘Love is a many splendoured thing’, just waiting to see this on their headstone ~ recently watched ‘Gigi’ brought up on all of these old but fabulous musicals, watching with my Mum she had all of the soundtracks, idealistic, romantic but so lovely .. my daughter was allowed home from hospital for a few hours (before returning) and we sat and enjoyed this together .. now even more memorable as we nearly lost her over Christmas .. Also marking the little nine year old Christina Taylor Green girl during the recent tragic events in Arizona ~ *thoughtful* swaying on an imaginary swing entwining scented in orange blossom, white jasmine and peach honeysuckle in much love and hugs your friend Lib xxx

Comment on Saying Good-bye Again by Susan Kressler

Susan Kressler — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 00:17:19 +0000

I just read your comment Libi~ Sorry to be remiss. I’ve rarely re-visited this post. Now that it’s almost a year I find myself able to not only read this again, but see with different eyes what I wrote, what my friends have written.
We, all of us, tend to keep our deeper, sad thoughts to ourselves & yet we all have them for one reason or another.
We hesitate to write about sad things; we don’t want to be seen as doom & gloomers… whiners full of self-pity.
I believe in both. A balance. To only share what is heavy on our hearts is draining to others. And to only share light and fluffy things borders disbelief that anyone could possibly have a “happy” life every day.
And this is within our own personal lives. God forbid we acknoweldge the suffering all around us in our world. We’d drown in resignation.
I keep this one line in mind. It stuck. I read it one of the many pamphlets sitting on the table by our Mom’s bed.

“We are the closest we’ll ever be to God when we hold the hand of the one who is dying”.

After reading what you wrote, I believe you know exactly what I mean.
Thankyou for sharing your experience~

Comment on The BEST Chicken Soup with Leeks,barley and yes..prunes! by Susan Kressler

Susan Kressler — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 14:45:44 +0000

You sound all set, short the prunes! Sshh… no one at our home knows that soup is full of tiny chopped prunes.
Whistle away Libi- you know where to find me if you hit a question mark… Hope you have a HUGE pot! that soup mysteriously grows and grows & gets eaten mysteriously quickly & quickly!

Comment on The BEST Chicken Soup with Leeks,barley and yes..prunes! by libithina

libithina — Sat, 20 Nov 2010 15:39:16 +0000

right .. I have digested Suz all info .. I hope !! have my leeks, barley, chicken, carrot, onion, garlic, stock now off in search of prunes .. I know I have soime somewhere in those cupboards of mine .. whistle while I go blowing love atcha xxx

Comment on Saying Good-bye Again by libithina

libithina — Fri, 12 Nov 2010 14:35:00 +0000

I am on twittr @libithina

Comment on Saying Good-bye Again by libithina

libithina — Fri, 12 Nov 2010 14:34:19 +0000

I must give her the credit for teaching me to give back all that she gave me.

loved this line Suzi ~ many of the loved ones I have lost have been sudden ~ hard because I didn’t have a chance to say much that I may have liked ~ kind of left with an unfinished business ~
The closest I got was when I stayed with my Aunt who did not know she was end stage ~ I wished I cold have said much to her but then she would have known ~ but that was the close familys choice ~ I watched her get increasingly bewildered and frightened in that small hospital room ~ her daughter had to be sent for ~ I had always been close to my Aunt (Dads sister) and she did not want me to leave I assured her I would not ~ within an hour she went from being lucid to unconsciouness ~ but still hearing ~ by then her daughter had arrived into that dim room ~ now occupied by myself and my daughter ~ who she too adored ~ and I began to sing a lullaby ~ I knew she could hear as |I mized up some of the words ~ a frown ~ I corrected them ~ and she slowly began to relax and as I sang I stroked her head ~ something she always loved ~ (having her hair brushed she found so relaxing) ~ the rest of her family had not yet arrived but i had been there all day ~ I could not stop singing or stroking ~ and I thought at this point I then whispered in her ear that she was the best Aunty ever ~ she passed not knowing much but she passed knowing that ~ and I am so glad I said that and was able to be there for her ~ those we love an hold close do become a part ~ by sharing who we are we are sharing a little of them too ~ and the good that they imparted ~ your first line sure holds true of your hearttouched write Suzi ~ I answered after reading your orange blossom ~ Inhaled the wonderful perfume and aroma ~ Mmmmm and Chicken soup My fave ~ sending much love winging your way xx Lib