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*hugs* to SJ and LA :rose::rose::rose:

Blurt: Sometimes I really hate my job. I came home in a not great mood and now I'm in a fucking awful mood. :mad:
 
sophia jane said:
I need serious hugs.

My middle child is in first grade (so he's 7). Since he was 4 and in pre-k, he's been in class with a little boy who had cancer. We've seen him go in and out of remission, and my son has played with him at recess and listened to his stories about the hospital and chemo and loosing his hair.

He died last night.

My son, who was so cavalier the other day when we talked about it, is so sad today. He didn't want to go to school (unusual for him because he loves school and his friends) and spent the last fifteen minutes in my lap.

I can not fathom the grief J's parents feel. I can not imagine their suffering. And I am so sad now, sad for them, sad for my son, sad at the horrible possibilities.

Hug your kids.
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Good friend of mine at work lost her youngest son several years back. This poor child had gone through so many operations with heart and lung transplants. I don't know how the pain didn't crush him. Didn't crush his mother, my friend. To her, he was her blessing. He was the jewel of her life that was so precious because he was with her so briefly. She had him for years longer than she was supposed to. He was confined to a wheelchair and a respirator, what that didn't keep him from living and loving life. But he got tired, and his body just wore out. Lungs and Heart of an old man at eight. But they said their goodbyes and they told him it was okay for him to go. So he smiled, closed his eyes and went on.

But children like that are angels with wings so large they cause ripples in the air felt miles and miles away. He had friends that supported him and grieved for him and ultimately lived for him that would never have been there had he not been stricken so badly. Inspired by how he accepted it so bravely. Showing how to live life and love it.

So I guess what I am saying is that you have to share their grief but also celebrate their happiness. And of course hug your own children, your own parents.

You know me, even with tears there come words. I have the tears again, so I might as well share the words again.



Ripples in the Pond


A small boy squats down
by the edge of the pond.
Still water at evening’s end
reflecting dust as a mirror.

A tiny hand splashes in the water,
snatched back at unexpected wetness.
Tentative touch with extended finger
he explores the mirror wetness.

He grasps a rock and stands,
rocking on almost steady feet.
He throws it as far as he can.
He stands still, fascinated by the ripples.
 
Who knew this year would turn out like this:

  1. Finish up Reading Endorsement: almost done
  2. Get accepted into Master's program: check
  3. Live in the same place as SO: check
  4. Get moved to first line in dance class: check
  5. Get engaged: check

I feel so lucky right now, I just keep waiting for something horrible to happen.
 
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The_Fool said:
Good friend of mine at work lost her youngest son several years back. This poor child had gone through so many operations with heart and lung transplants. I don't know how the pain didn't crush him. Didn't crush his mother, my friend. To her, he was her blessing. He was the jewel of her life that was so precious because he was with her so briefly. She had him for years longer than she was supposed to. He was confined to a wheelchair and a respirator, what that didn't keep him from living and loving life. But he got tired, and his body just wore out. Lungs and Heart of an old man at eight. But they said their goodbyes and they told him it was okay for him to go. So he smiled, closed his eyes and went on.

But children like that are angels with wings so large they cause ripples in the air felt miles and miles away. He had friends that supported him and grieved for him and ultimately lived for him that would never have been there had he not been stricken so badly. Inspired by how he accepted it so bravely. Showing how to live life and love it.

So I guess what I am saying is that you have to share their grief but also celebrate their happiness. And of course hug your own children, your own parents.

You know me, even with tears there come words. I have the tears again, so I might as well share the words again.



Ripples in the Pond


A small boy squats down
by the edge of the pond.
Still water at evening’s end
reflecting dust as a mirror.

A tiny hand splashes in the water,
snatched back at unexpected wetness.
Tentative touch with extended finger
he explores the mirror wetness.

He grasps a rock and stands,
rocking on almost steady feet.
He throws it as far as he can.
He stands still, fascinated by the ripples.
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I love you, Fool. Truly. Thanks for sharing this. :kiss:
 
CeriseNoire said:
Who knew this year would tun out like this:

  1. Finish up Reading Endorsement: almost done
  2. Get accepted into Master's program: check
  3. Live in the same place as SO: check
  4. Get moved to first line in dance class: check
  5. Get engaged: check

I feel so lucky right now, I just keep waiting for something horrible to happen.
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Congrats!:)
 
FatDino said:
Just a quick stop-by to say hi, good morning, and to drop off a few hugs. :)

*hugs* :rose:
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So good to see you. :rose: *hugs*

sophia jane said:
I need serious hugs.

I can not fathom the grief J's parents feel. I can not imagine their suffering. And I am so sad now, sad for them, sad for my son, sad at the horrible possibilities.

Hug your kids.
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:rose: *hugs*

CeriseNoire said:
Who knew this year would tun out like this:

  1. Finish up Reading Endorsement: almost done
  2. Get accepted into Master's program: check
  3. Live in the same place as SO: check
  4. Get moved to first line in dance class: check
  5. Get engaged: check

I feel so lucky right now, I just keep waiting for something horrible to happen.
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No one deserves it more. :rose:
 
Why is it every time I think I'm over it something reminds me. I can't even get dressed in the morning without thinking about it. I'd have to burn all of my lingerie and start over. I refuse.

I can't go to the grocery store without wondering what you'll be needing for dinners. I can't flip through the movies without wondering if you'd want to watch one this weekend. It's driving me nuts.

I doubt I'll ever understand why I wasn't enough. Why would a cracked-out drug addict who has no filter, no respect for boundaries, is way too needy and will break your heart be better than me? When did you become the person who would be attracted to that?

Have you not met me? I think you probably haven't. 12 years later I'm not the same person. Too many things have happened, I needed you countless times and you weren't there. I was one of the only people in the chemo room who had no one with her for every treatment. I went to the oncologist alone, I went through every battle alone.

When did my love die? When did I grew dissatisfied? Why didn't you let me leave 4 years ago when I wanted to. Dammit, I sold my soul to try to become the person you thought you wanted. What a waste of my love.

I wish I could be sorry for being "that" girl with the plan. The dreams, the hopes that you didn't buy in to. My ambition scared you. And it's a shame that you never believed that I wanted to be with you.

So now here I am, you can't stop touching me and it bothers me. I refuse to be your "other". You don't get to keep the sex, the affection from me and give your love to another. I'm done. You lose, and you lose big. :(
 
Wings27 said:
Why is it every time I think I'm over it something reminds me. I can't even get dressed in the morning without thinking about it. I'd have to burn all of my lingerie and start over. I refuse.

I can't go to the grocery store without wondering what you'll be needing for dinners. I can't flip through the movies without wondering if you'd want to watch one this weekend. It's driving me nuts.

I doubt I'll ever understand why I wasn't enough. Why would a cracked-out drug addict who has no filter, no respect for boundaries, is way too needy and will break your heart be better than me? When did you become the person who would be attracted to that?

Have you not met me? I think you probably haven't. 12 years later I'm not the same person. Too many things have happened, I needed you countless times and you weren't there. I was one of the only people in the chemo room who had no one with her for every treatment. I went to the oncologist alone, I went through every battle alone.

When did my love die? When did I grew dissatisfied? Why didn't you let me leave 4 years ago when I wanted to. Dammit, I sold my soul to try to become the person you thought you wanted. What a waste of my love.

I wish I could be sorry for being "that" girl with the plan. The dreams, the hopes that you didn't buy in to. My ambition scared you. And it's a shame that you never believed that I wanted to be with you.

So now here I am, you can't stop touching me and it bothers me. I refuse to be your "other". You don't get to keep the sex, the affection from me and give your love to another. I'm done. You lose, and you lose big. :(
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-hugs- :rose:
 
Wings27 said:
Why is it every time I think I'm over it something reminds me. I can't even get dressed in the morning without thinking about it. I'd have to burn all of my lingerie and start over. I refuse.

I can't go to the grocery store without wondering what you'll be needing for dinners. I can't flip through the movies without wondering if you'd want to watch one this weekend. It's driving me nuts.

I doubt I'll ever understand why I wasn't enough. Why would a cracked-out drug addict who has no filter, no respect for boundaries, is way too needy and will break your heart be better than me? When did you become the person who would be attracted to that?

Have you not met me? I think you probably haven't. 12 years later I'm not the same person. Too many things have happened, I needed you countless times and you weren't there. I was one of the only people in the chemo room who had no one with her for every treatment. I went to the oncologist alone, I went through every battle alone.

When did my love die? When did I grew dissatisfied? Why didn't you let me leave 4 years ago when I wanted to. Dammit, I sold my soul to try to become the person you thought you wanted. What a waste of my love.

I wish I could be sorry for being "that" girl with the plan. The dreams, the hopes that you didn't buy in to. My ambition scared you. And it's a shame that you never believed that I wanted to be with you.

So now here I am, you can't stop touching me and it bothers me. I refuse to be your "other". You don't get to keep the sex, the affection from me and give your love to another. I'm done. You lose, and you lose big. :(
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Giant, tight hugs, hon. :kiss: :heart:
 
AND another thing...this dating shit SUCKS. What the hell?!? If I wanted to be tortured, I could FIND people to do it right. Oh no, but find someone who can carry a conversation, maybe have some dreams, some hopes, a plan besides fucking me...no!
 
Wings27 said:
AND another thing...this dating shit SUCKS. What the hell?!? If I wanted to be tortured, I could FIND people to do it right. Oh no, but find someone who can carry a conversation, maybe have some dreams, some hopes, a plan besides fucking me...no!
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Adding my {{{HUGZ}}} to the thoughts of others - I'm on the same page you are Hon :kiss::rose::kiss:
 
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