tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790159758366801958.post2858379851128324484..comments2023-04-07T05:24:19.788-04:00Comments on Strelitzia: AfterlifeBirdiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852713057094279347noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790159758366801958.post-89862355542359385182008-06-05T08:10:00.000-04:002008-06-05T08:10:00.000-04:00I think our loved ones do live on with us, as long...I think our loved ones do live on with us, as long as their memory lives. Just today, I thought fondly of my mother... I was hanging up a fern after giving it a soak, and pulled my shoulder. "Ow!" I found myself saying to the fern. "I hurt my shoulder. I hope you're grateful." ,oD Or some other maternal wit or wisdom, or my dad's way of looking at things, or an uncle's catch phrase, or a snatchJoe Jubinvillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09489419756833657839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790159758366801958.post-85657731619006591372008-06-04T13:21:00.000-04:002008-06-04T13:21:00.000-04:00Some days, I find myself comforted by the thought ...Some days, I find myself comforted by the thought that our memories of people, and the actions they inspire is as fine an afterlife as any. When our memories are of love, joy and inspiration, when our lives are obviously enriched by the presence of the loved one, what better legacy could one have? <BR/>This doesn't work for me all the time. Precious little does, of course. But your Patrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10556860299477514075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790159758366801958.post-91811301253953691172008-06-03T17:14:00.000-04:002008-06-03T17:14:00.000-04:00well said, heartinhand. i second that!well said, heartinhand. i second that!bigislandjeepguyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12272217542000102517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790159758366801958.post-15180380286419445792008-06-03T14:39:00.000-04:002008-06-03T14:39:00.000-04:00That Pat Metheny piece is exquisite. It is cradlin...That Pat Metheny piece is exquisite. It is cradling me as I read this post, and feel the tears spill down my cheeks. Having lost all my immediate family, I have pondered these questions so often. They have become a daily part of who I am. Sometimes I speak them out loud, "Nana, it's me. Do you see me, hear me, know my heart?" I wonder if my mother has found the peace she failed to find on earth. Cooperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02327268988762513100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790159758366801958.post-64743753126846139712008-06-03T09:58:00.001-04:002008-06-03T09:58:00.001-04:00I believe that the people we've loved and lost liv...I believe that the people we've loved and lost live on THROUGH us. When we honor them with an action or a thought, that is how we are keeping them with us. I don't believe they are aware of us, I believe that in these moments, we are more aware of their impact on us while they were here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790159758366801958.post-11008769686846728862008-06-03T09:58:00.000-04:002008-06-03T09:58:00.000-04:00It's odd to think that there is an unknown date lu...It's odd to think that there is an unknown date lurking on the calendar that marks our death. This post reminds me of the <I>when a butterfly flaps its wings</I> concept. <BR/>I became familiar with death at the age of five when I saw my grandfather die. A few months later, my favorite uncle. My best friend when I was nine. Others, including my father, my partner (AIDS), my mother, and more. I'm Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11041374614464589328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790159758366801958.post-15350641586027816012008-06-03T00:47:00.000-04:002008-06-03T00:47:00.000-04:00i have had many different versions of parts of you...i have had many different versions of parts of your post with people; re: my brother's passing, my mom's...and with other people about their friends and such.<BR/><BR/>one of my coworkers talked about the fact that when a friend of hers died, she wondered how many of those wonderful things that were said at his memorial had ever been conveyed to him in his life? how much his sense of humor was bigislandjeepguyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12272217542000102517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790159758366801958.post-52727724233135588692008-06-02T23:38:00.000-04:002008-06-02T23:38:00.000-04:00Very interesting that you wrote this post Birdie a...Very interesting that you wrote this post Birdie as I have been thinking a lot in the last week about life, death, the afterlife and God. I have no answers only more questions.Sooo-this-is-mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com