tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post2219092669233082213..comments2023-07-25T04:11:59.612-04:00Comments on Making Memories: Happy Mother'sBirthday Day, MomMarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01086949963405081491noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-38706345729534370632011-05-12T00:03:07.757-04:002011-05-12T00:03:07.757-04:00Missus....you don't have to justify a damn thi...Missus....you don't have to justify a damn thing! Life is yours to live any way you choose, not the way someone thinks you should live it. That was a hard lesson for me to learn, but my life is so much better when I live that way.<br /><br />By the way, the "seconds," "thirds" and "fourths" might be hard, too. I forgot to share that info. It's been almost 6 years since Dad died, and as I was rubbing my arm the other day it reminded me of the way he would rub his arm and the tears showed up. So, just know that you are allowed any emotion you choose, and you can express it any way you choose.<br /><br />(Just turned on the computer today and am getting caught up!)<br /><br />The Badelves Kitty SitterChristahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06426472099086424207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-27178460898312253632011-05-10T11:58:06.969-04:002011-05-10T11:58:06.969-04:00Just read your blog my Mare bear. It was beautiful...Just read your blog my Mare bear. It was beautiful. One more way of getting to know "you." Through your feelings and memories of MOM, i learn more about you. Mark is right. Cry, because i know, like him, that u are loving, caring, and a wonderful friend..who will tell me to do the same when the time comes. Being strong is letting your tears out and not holding them back. A weak person fears that emotion. You my friend, are a strong mother, wife, and friend. Love you for that, and for sooo many more things. Love you<3. Happy Birthmother's Day Mom<3 (did i say that rt?? Lol.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-77711386680129814772011-05-09T19:27:10.832-04:002011-05-09T19:27:10.832-04:00Mare, as usual your words are eloquent and beautif...Mare, as usual your words are eloquent and beautiful. My Hugs to you and I give them to you, Mark and Renee anytime you have to deal with a first,or just want a hug.<br /><br />KimbaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07768666382713219177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-54852740529871189822011-05-09T14:28:15.142-04:002011-05-09T14:28:15.142-04:00Tootie, I am really not strong. I just play that r...Tootie, I am really not strong. I just play that role on TV! ;)<br /><br />I am the Queen of Avoiding Reality. I inherited that title from Mom once she left us, as she originally was the Queen, and I, the Princess. When we lost my sister, I can remember us all sitting together and crying and wondering how in the world we were going to get through it. <br /><br />For many years, we had the kind of days you mentioned. Those were the days where we just hid our heads in the earth (and you, the sand!) because there was no other way to deal. One day it came back to bite me in the butt, though. I remember driving down the road and seeing the sun streaming through the clouds. I had been doing great running from reality until that point. For whatever reason, that beautiful sight caused those months of tears and memories I had 'strongly' pushed away to rise to the surface. I actually had to pull over because I was crying so hard! <br /><br />I always told Mom that she was my inspiration because if it hurt so badly for me to lose my sister, I couldn't even imagine what it was like for her to lose her daughter. She was so brave and strong and I wanted to be just like her.<br /><br />Tootie, you too, are an inspiration to me. I know that may not help right now, but I just want you to know that. *hugs*Marehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01086949963405081491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-23677387899410826662011-05-09T14:10:24.588-04:002011-05-09T14:10:24.588-04:00Farmer Chele, I will gladly take your hand. I just...Farmer Chele, I will gladly take your hand. I just wish it could be here and now instead of virtually. <br /><br />And just to make you use the tissues, too, I will share a little secret with you...Wilson thought you rocked! It's amazing to me that she never met our friends in person, but knew and felt their love from the stories we all shared with her. <br /><br />Love you, too. <3Marehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01086949963405081491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-81046575736835448182011-05-09T03:21:44.650-04:002011-05-09T03:21:44.650-04:00Mare, you are much stronger than I. The only thin...Mare, you are much stronger than I. The only thing that seems to help me is just sticking my head in the sand. So far, the more memories I ponder over, the more it hurts. Reality just sucks! Your post was beautiful. Now, I need to get the kleenex box out again. <br /><br />I hope your eye is much better today. :)Tootiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07924498498731536039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-61248294537163008612011-05-09T00:42:27.675-04:002011-05-09T00:42:27.675-04:00Can I hold your hand my friend? I won't go i...Can I hold your hand my friend? I won't go into all of the why. I just love & adore you and your fam and Wilson.Wannabe Farmershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04161289741330469040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-14503251579334067262011-05-08T23:59:10.720-04:002011-05-08T23:59:10.720-04:00A rap?!?!?...LOLOLOL!!
I have Catholic guilt gal...A rap?!?!?...LOLOLOL!! <br /><br />I have Catholic guilt galore!!!OY! HA! <br /><br />Yes we are lucky! =0)Starwars1993https://www.blogger.com/profile/03728421570726568541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-19001857174166801142011-05-08T23:50:41.802-04:002011-05-08T23:50:41.802-04:00That's it, exactly, Alicia! I feel like everyo...That's it, exactly, Alicia! I feel like everyone expects me to be strong (because I always have been), so the guilt ends up consuming me when I am not. Mark always says that I should have been raised Catholic or Jewish because I am the "Guilt Queen"...lol!<br /><br />I found a rap (yes, a rap...lol!) that Mom and I had written when we first moved down here. I was laughing through the tears as I read it, so I am right there with you on the little treasures that our Moms have left for us. We are very lucky daughters, aren't we? <3Marehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01086949963405081491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-7745668734905544012011-05-08T22:36:17.262-04:002011-05-08T22:36:17.262-04:00{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}
That was so beautiful. =0)
I ag...{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}<br /><br />That was so beautiful. =0)<br /><br />I agree with strong being over rated... sometimes I really detest when people say that to me because then it makes me feel guilty when I NEED to cry!!!<br /><br />Today I read through some cards from my Mom.She LOVED to send us cards and I loved them when I got them and I treasure them now.I love looking at her teacher's penmanship and reading what she's up to. That makes me feel closer to her...like she's still just a few hours drive away.And I cry and feel happy at the same time that I had her for a Mom.=0)<br /><br />You are a WONDERFUL Mom,,daughter,wife,sister and friend Mare...being weepy now and then IS ALLOWED!!!<br />oxoxoxoxoxox<br />Love you!Starwars1993https://www.blogger.com/profile/03728421570726568541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-88848293911998197272011-05-08T18:43:35.262-04:002011-05-08T18:43:35.262-04:00*takes that case of Kleenex 'cause I need it*
...*takes that case of Kleenex 'cause I need it*<br /><br />I blame Mom for the whole "Strong" woman facade. It's all her fault...lol!<br /><br />Again, it's that 'whole learning by example' thing. I had never experienced losing anyone I loved prior to my sister dying. I will admit that there was never a lack of tears in our home, but we often put on that "Strong" face when my Dad came to visit. He just never got over her death, and if we cried in front of him, we couldn't pull him out of the dark abyss he would let himself fall into. Sigh...not good times at all.<br /><br />I do a lot of my crying when I mow the Back 40. It takes me about 3 hours from start to finish, and no one knows any better. The stupid allergens that are flying around make my eyes red, too! ;)Marehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01086949963405081491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672902777431297010.post-83083847486865120282011-05-08T18:23:53.326-04:002011-05-08T18:23:53.326-04:00Mare.
Honey.
"Strong" is over-rated. ...Mare.<br /><br />Honey.<br /><br />"Strong" is over-rated. You're SUPPOSED to cry your eyes out this year.<br /><br />Next year too, but a little less.<br /><br />Do not resist it. Embrace it. This is your chance. Dig up all the memories and let them wash over you with the attendant emotions, both happy and sad.<br /><br />Feel it all, with abandon. I PROMISE if you embrace it, then it will get better faster, and only the joy will remain. Much joy. Abundant, intense joy.<br /><br />Go for it.<br /><br />*hands you a case of Kleenex*<br /><br />xoxoxoxo<br /><br />Tink *~*~*Tink *~*~*https://www.blogger.com/profile/07997190070554972582noreply@blogger.com