tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post2568368861557420810..comments2024-03-18T15:17:26.003-05:00Comments on l'astronave: Dark Red, Matte GoldFrescahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323129046492056942noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-76771496019856828752016-12-25T13:43:39.297-06:002016-12-25T13:43:39.297-06:00CROW: You just justified the reason for writing. T...CROW: You just justified the reason for writing. Thank you. <br /><br />SPARKER: Looking forward to mail!<br /><br />LAURA: Yes, Auntie Vi (sunshiny Leo!) is relentlessly chipper, and I love her for it, <br />but that's not me, nor would I even <i>want</i> it to be.<br /><br />Thanks for saying about the photo--I love that side of me--not the one I usually show. (The fierce tiger inside the panda pudding.)<br />Frescahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15323129046492056942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-20419595277505728092016-12-25T03:45:04.044-06:002016-12-25T03:45:04.044-06:00Wow, this portrait of you is beautiful & fierc...Wow, this portrait of you is beautiful & fierce.<br />I almost feel like the older we get, the more people we know will have passed, either around the holidays (Like my mother last year), or just we're used to seeing them on the holidays, and now they're not there- so that these supposedly happy holidays will become more & more bittersweet.<br />This is not to equate your mother's death with any death....and I have know some people who are relentlessly perky, who look only to the future- I don't know her personally but perhaps your Aunt Vi who you've written about in these pages is one of those-<br />but i, alas, am not!Laura Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06529766051109192382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-19707199145722687102016-12-24T19:05:20.223-06:002016-12-24T19:05:20.223-06:00Wonderful testament. I've been in a strangely ...Wonderful testament. I've been in a strangely good mood, also, despite my lack of plans. Anyway, just stopping by after writing your address on an envelope. ArtSparkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04875996639432864367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-41941787647016236662016-12-24T17:56:42.229-06:002016-12-24T17:56:42.229-06:00Our mother died on the 23rd, was buried Christmas ...Our mother died on the 23rd, was buried Christmas Day. It took me 35 years to the day before I finally grieved for her and could move forward. Yesterday, youngest brother, who was only 15 when she died, called and "casually" mentioned it was the 45th anniversary of her death. The more we talked, the more obvious it became that he had not had the opportunity to grieve for her like I did.<br /><br />Then he called today while my daughter, grandson and I were having an early Christmas dinner out. I didn't answer, thinking it wouldn't matter if I waited to call back. Besides, his call on the anniversary had stirred up pain I thought I had left behind, which had haunted me ever since we signed off the day before. I realized his pain was still raw and he needed to talk. I wasn't sure I couldn't handle it.<br /><br />After reading about the woman who had given her day to be there if you needed her, I've decided to stay on the phone as long as Don needs tonight (he's on the other coast, in Oregon). He said in the voice message he left this morning that he wouldn't be calling tomorrow, that he never calls anyone on Christmas Day - his Black Day he said. He just endures it, lets it pass.<br /><br />I can't ignore that or dishonor his feelings, but I found the courage to carry his suffering for a little while by visiting here tonight. You are a wonderful friend, Francesca, whether we ever meet or not.<br /><br />Love,<br />MarthaThe Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.com