tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post8402738912348621063..comments2024-02-21T02:19:16.755-08:00Comments on Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope : This~Michele Neff Hernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356589209090780127noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-62382577298090959352014-07-02T18:15:24.902-07:002014-07-02T18:15:24.902-07:00Wow...beautiful. I feel your pain. Hugs to you a...Wow...beautiful. I feel your pain. Hugs to you and your daughter. Safe travels. We are not alone...thanks for reminding me once again.Carolyn S.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-3160759052250052342014-07-02T16:11:47.037-07:002014-07-02T16:11:47.037-07:00I love the yoke metaphor. You inspired me to go ou...I love the yoke metaphor. You inspired me to go out and try to meet new people, hence my vacation in Meredith, NH. Thanks, Alison, and Rachel-Grace. - D. JohnsonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-69479343735787561562014-07-02T07:56:48.991-07:002014-07-02T07:56:48.991-07:00I just returned from a drive to Portland, time in ...I just returned from a drive to Portland, time in OR, and then a leisurely drive down 101 and 1, before heading East through Sonoma, Yosemite, and Utah's Cedar Breaks, Bryce, and Kodachrome. What I was looking forward to was seeing the ocean again and while I did spend many hours walking and sitting on the beach, I spent far more time wandering the redwood groves. There is something so calming when walking under those trees, many of them more than 500 years old. I found myself thinking about Laura and our times together, but not in a sad "I miss you so much" vein, but in a happy "what a great time we had" mood. I just wish I had a redwood grove in Taos, so I could spend every day walking among those majestic trees.Over50Cyclinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16326906021817677829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-22821507958352656402014-07-02T05:20:58.621-07:002014-07-02T05:20:58.621-07:00Beautiful. Thank you.Beautiful. Thank you.GGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04758261382482792068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-16025575056297156752014-07-02T00:19:39.598-07:002014-07-02T00:19:39.598-07:00It's okay within it not being okay. I think I ...It's okay within it not being okay. I think I understand that, I'm just not sure I'm there yet. I'm detached at least I'm trying to be right now as I pack up our bedroom. Things I haven't looked at for a little over a year,or in some cases more. I'm pushing through. We're selling our house, the kids and I. What he and I talked of for so long. And buyers are coming to look tomorrow. I'm okay with leaving here, we were done with this home. But I'm not done with this place because it was our home, and "we" are down a pivotal part of our home, our family. People ask where we're moving to,I don't know yet. But I'm hoping someplace will scream out, "Over here! " You can all find comfort here, together, while missing him. ~Sabrina and,yes, I know he's laughing at my expected procrastinationAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com