When you lose one of the things most valuable to you, you realize what you have that remains with you. The entire world around you becomes so much more precious and you linger longer and hang on tighter.
I've read your comments at Jean's and other places for some time now. You have a beautiful blog, although it's one I've not visited often. That's certainly not because of anything lacking here; it's just that I generally don't get *out* much.
Something I learned from Jean, though, is to appreciate our fine bloggers during today. Even if they keep blogging for fifty years more, the thing is that you miss that unfolding, watching them grow and blossom and ripen over time.
I'm so very sorry for your loss. It sounds like your father was a wonderful father to have. He was very lucky, I think, to have you by his side in his final days.
I hate that bit where people start talking as if the single most important person in that room wasn't really there. To treat someone like that any time, but especially in their final hours, is outrageous.
You saved him from that. You listened. You looked.
I don't know you. Don't know him. But still, I believe it mattered to him, and made his passing easier. He was not alone, because you were there for him.
We are all here for you Corby dear and though I may be far away, you are in my thoughts daily, watching out for a little Corbyhawk like a Mother watches out for her child ,a connection which is not tangible but there none the less. Bless you sweet girl. ♥
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Bless you, Corby.
Corby. I'm here by way of Jean.
I've read your comments at Jean's and other places for some time now. You have a beautiful blog, although it's one I've not visited often. That's certainly not because of anything lacking here; it's just that I generally don't get *out* much.
Something I learned from Jean, though, is to appreciate our fine bloggers during today. Even if they keep blogging for fifty years more, the thing is that you miss that unfolding, watching them grow and blossom and ripen over time.
I'm so very sorry for your loss. It sounds like your father was a wonderful father to have. He was very lucky, I think, to have you by his side in his final days.
I hate that bit where people start talking as if the single most important person in that room wasn't really there. To treat someone like that any time, but especially in their final hours, is outrageous.
You saved him from that. You listened. You looked.
I don't know you. Don't know him. But still, I believe it mattered to him, and made his passing easier. He was not alone, because you were there for him.
We are all here for you Corby dear and though I may be far away, you are in my thoughts daily, watching out for a little Corbyhawk like a Mother watches out for her child ,a connection which is not tangible but there none the less.
Bless you sweet girl. ♥
Jean, K, and Dianne,
Thank you for your comments, I really appreciate your kind support.
Corby
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