tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154679782170119347.post2824942276845206305..comments2023-11-16T06:56:25.495-04:00Comments on Blog - Susan Black Art: wearySusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00260575133577123845noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154679782170119347.post-48201659682799207162008-08-27T19:29:00.000-03:002008-08-27T19:29:00.000-03:00I think the fact that ache & sadness go missin...I think the fact that ache & sadness go missing from time to time is a good thing. Sure, they come back, and it stings when they do, but hopefully they stay gone for longer and longer. Try not to let the grind wear you down, and maybe soon, there will be a reason for joy in your life again. Warm thoughts and hugs from SoCal.J.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07490109332475074631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154679782170119347.post-36970218025889264102008-08-27T14:16:00.000-03:002008-08-27T14:16:00.000-03:00Oops Mary D we left our comments at the same time....Oops Mary D we left our comments at the same time. My comment should read "thank you three". Wink.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00260575133577123845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154679782170119347.post-45752395744712359832008-08-27T14:14:00.000-03:002008-08-27T14:14:00.000-03:00Thank you both for your ongoing kind and supportiv...Thank you both for your ongoing kind and supportive words. You know it's not just missing Jake but it's that Jake was my respite. A lovely goofy, silly loving respite from all things bad in my world and now I'm having to learn how to be my own respite, and I have many days, still, when I'm no good at it ... at all.<BR/><BR/>I just returned home from a 2 hour lunch with a friend that I don't have to keep my secrets from and now Miss D. and I are going to pile into the wagon, and go to the beach because it's low tide and there's a blue, blue sky and sunshine and it will be another perfect distraction.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00260575133577123845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154679782170119347.post-16493479602706874592008-08-27T14:11:00.000-03:002008-08-27T14:11:00.000-03:00I am thinking of you today, Susan and hoping that ...I am thinking of you today, Susan and hoping that your grief and sadness will be lifted soon. I know it is hard.Mary D in Texashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15356024098033698785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154679782170119347.post-9659893597730227092008-08-27T13:34:00.000-03:002008-08-27T13:34:00.000-03:00I think it's just the way with grief. There is no...I think it's just the way with grief. There is no way around. Only through. I do believe, as unbelievable as it is, time will eventually heal. I am thinking about you with kind and hopeful thoughts and will talk of you to Edward.Pamela Terry and Edwardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12746603636884819522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154679782170119347.post-46850311042813447732008-08-27T11:03:00.000-03:002008-08-27T11:03:00.000-03:00Oh my dear girl. I'm sorry you are feeling so low...Oh my dear girl. I'm sorry you are feeling so low. Imagine we are there chatting over cups of tea, Winnie at our feet (though if I were there she would probably be hiding in another room) and we're trying to figure out some things about life and how to not feel so weary and sad and alone. And maybe we don't actually figure anything out but we drink a lot of tea and eat some scones and feel much better for having one another to talk to. We exchange a warm hug before I leave and I leave you with a tiny suggestion before I go...if being distracted helped a little, get distracted again. Paint Jake. Paint him in every sweet guise he ever displayed. Paint a whole gallery of Jakes.Smiling,dripping, fetching, cuddling, running, splashing. If you need Jake right now, dig down deep and bring up all the sweet faces of Jake and paint them. When you are painting him you'll be absorbed in his essence and it will bring you some peace.anyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11330838836181706358noreply@blogger.com