tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063730.post115409623533519678..comments2023-10-21T12:32:28.771+00:00Comments on Borrowed Philosophy: All Things Must PassTom Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10100040273081301943noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063730.post-69097315292598942062007-04-28T12:08:00.000+00:002007-04-28T12:08:00.000+00:00Truly sorrow for your loss.I came in here while se...Truly sorrow for your loss.I came in here while searching for preparatory notes on how to deal with losing a parent.My dad's taken ill and I am finding it tough to accept his declining health but have to come to terms with somehow.Funny girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07650540938822864127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063730.post-1154137324183478492006-07-29T01:42:00.000+00:002006-07-29T01:42:00.000+00:00Tom,Words are never adequate in times like these. ...Tom,<BR/><BR/>Words are never adequate in times like these. I'm sorry for your loss -- and hope the memories of your mum's grace will buoy you through the sadness until you can laugh again.<BR/><BR/>May she rest in peace.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063730.post-1154131322513365462006-07-29T00:02:00.000+00:002006-07-29T00:02:00.000+00:00In lieu of a sympathy card (geography and practica...In lieu of a sympathy card (geography and practicalites being what they are) and in celebration of a beat that goes on elsewhere:<BR/><BR/>hen somebody dies, a cloud turns into<BR/> an angel, and flies up to tell God<BR/> to put another flower on a pillow.<BR/> A bird gives the message back to<BR/> the world, and sings a silent prayer<BR/> that makes the rain cry. People dis-<BR/> appear, but they never really go away.<BR/> The spirits up there put the sun to<BR/> bed, wake up grass, and spin the<BR/> earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you<BR/> can see them dancing in a cloud during<BR/> the day-time, when they're supposed<BR/> to be sleeping. They paint the rain-<BR/> bows and also the sunsets and make<BR/> waves splash and tug at the tide.<BR/> They toss shooting stars and listen to<BR/> wishes. And when they sing wind-<BR/> songs, they whisper to us, don't<BR/> miss me too much. The view is nice<BR/> and I'm doing just fine.<BR/><BR/>Take care, Tom Miles.Gaijinityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12980296768337099876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063730.post-1154121322259844452006-07-28T21:15:00.000+00:002006-07-28T21:15:00.000+00:00my prayers are with you and yours.my prayers are with you and yours.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063730.post-1154120605825709012006-07-28T21:03:00.000+00:002006-07-28T21:03:00.000+00:00Tom,May you find peace knowing her suffering is ov...Tom,<BR/><BR/>May you find peace knowing her suffering is over. Graceful indeed. All mothers are graceful in their own right.<BR/><BR/>Love & prayers from across the pond and that big wad of land called the U.S.<BR/><BR/>MishiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com