tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post5258442311428173852..comments2023-04-13T02:22:18.693-07:00Comments on Hope, Interrupted: And Out of Nowheresarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15316131078833658090noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post-72934283857838046042011-08-12T08:08:29.554-07:002011-08-12T08:08:29.554-07:00Thinking of you. Right. Now.
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RodeoThinking of you. Right. Now.<br /><br />xoxo<br /><br />RodeoSarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01193876810624161506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post-85856250988598753042011-08-03T11:12:18.416-07:002011-08-03T11:12:18.416-07:00I miss Otis, too. I just wanted to tell you that ...I miss Otis, too. I just wanted to tell you that I love you.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01193876810624161506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post-81233144154462383812011-07-30T21:23:57.286-07:002011-07-30T21:23:57.286-07:00I think I would be feeling much the same if I read...I think I would be feeling much the same if I read such a story. It just seems a bit too close.. too personal.. too wrong. All of it. <br />I wish you could just chuck a few of those plates.. fuck the neighbors.. mine all probably think I'm crazy already so what's the difference? ;o)<br />Sending you love across the miles...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post-73039855895350141212011-07-30T14:54:41.798-07:002011-07-30T14:54:41.798-07:00Oh, Sarah, I hate that story. And it's hard to...Oh, Sarah, I hate that story. And it's hard to believe she could write it without thinking of you and Otis. Ick. I can see how it's especially frustrating because it's not an argument you can win, or even a fight that you can start because it's fictional! The story's not about "you"! She'd be so sorry that you were offended--that was not her intention at all! Brookehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05946311309467296976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post-57375071242615602172011-07-30T11:48:37.515-07:002011-07-30T11:48:37.515-07:00Rips the scab right off.
I hate those things. It...Rips the scab right off.<br /><br />I hate those things. It hurts when it comes off and it take the wound deeper than you remember. Take a while to heal it back up to even get back to where you were before - which sometimes wasnt all that great to begin with.<br /><br />I can see how that story affected you. I cannot get my head around why the fuck she would want to write such a story. Was itRocciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16240177887229400836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post-32855561328097259072011-07-30T06:14:07.494-07:002011-07-30T06:14:07.494-07:00'I want to know my son as a ten month old chil...'I want to know my son as a ten month old child, not a ten month old memory.'<br />I want that for myself too. I am sorry you've had the wind completely knocked out of your sail, I hope there can be a bridge for your stepsister to cross to get to you on a kinder, more thoughtful level.<br /><br />The lure of all those dishes to smash must be great, wish I was there to help you do thatTesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02470961769758348411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post-39618358303976532942011-07-30T04:52:50.320-07:002011-07-30T04:52:50.320-07:00For reasons I haven't really discussed with an...For reasons I haven't really discussed with anyone, I'm right there with you. Had a big week with a lot of shit going down, all of which has triggered a bit of a grief meltdown. Being weeks out from another anniversary and another birth, it has all got a bit much. I'd love to come and break things with you and miss your little boy, by your side.<br />This is all so unfair. I'm so Hope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post-31895489365236673492011-07-29T19:59:53.180-07:002011-07-29T19:59:53.180-07:00I meant stepsister, not SIL. Correction.I meant stepsister, not SIL. Correction.B. Wilson @ Windy {City} Wilsonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17479551028143520755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post-27874766566557052172011-07-29T19:59:31.866-07:002011-07-29T19:59:31.866-07:00You have dishes meant for smashing? That's bri...You have dishes meant for smashing? That's brilliant.<br /><br />I don't know your SIL and I'm offended. There's just something so personal about baby loss. I really am the person that is not offended by ANYTHING. Except now, I am. My son. That's the only person I feel to defend in my life. He's sacred and although I like the idea of exposure equaling acceptance and B. Wilson @ Windy {City} Wilsonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17479551028143520755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post-13749206845480922492011-07-29T19:11:35.365-07:002011-07-29T19:11:35.365-07:00I am so sorry Sarah. I would say to hell with the ...I am so sorry Sarah. I would say to hell with the neighbors and smash the dishes anyways. Do it from a chair with your feet propped up and clean the mess up tomorrow. Anything you can do to let that emotion go. Sending you lots of love my friend~Missyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17215595176820577303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760134077739485292.post-35878810028773413682011-07-29T18:41:30.642-07:002011-07-29T18:41:30.642-07:00I miss him too. For you, and selfishly for me (if ...I miss him too. For you, and selfishly for me (if I can have that). I wish he were here. I have been thinking of him so very much lately. It's very much like he's here in ways he hasn't been for a few months. He's everywhere but in your arms. It's so unfair.æhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14449465426164797433noreply@blogger.com