tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post1499820073059620169..comments2024-03-29T04:08:44.616-04:00Comments on 66 Square Feet (Plus): Bottling it upMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-79697909240553905202019-01-11T07:49:35.802-05:002019-01-11T07:49:35.802-05:00xxxxxxMariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-80953409669764011152019-01-11T07:49:24.565-05:002019-01-11T07:49:24.565-05:00Thank you, Antares (comments on posts older than 4...Thank you, Antares (comments on posts older than 4 day are moderated for spam - so there is a bit of a delay). The grief process rule book doesn't really work in every situation :-) Luckily I had a very straightforward relationship with my dad, as we enjoyed each other very much (at least this century!), and so I can miss him in an uncomplicated way. I really began to lose him years ago, to dementia. And that was a very hard thing. I am at peace with his death. Surrounding circumstances are more complicated and troubling, but those I cannot go into.Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-26638443264404413792019-01-10T22:19:15.534-05:002019-01-10T22:19:15.534-05:00People can be disappointing. I've a recent run...People can be disappointing. I've a recent run of meeting a lot of very lovely folks and I am grateful.<br /><br />go well,<br />Melanie, et al.my crofthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13484071987163894248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-79177124955275875472019-01-10T20:13:01.975-05:002019-01-10T20:13:01.975-05:00Sending comfort, still.
I grew up next door to my ...Sending comfort, still.<br />I grew up next door to my paternal grandmother and I have a box of her handkerchiefs. She died in 1992, yet I can still smell her scent when I open that box. I get tears in my eyes and I grin at the very same time. Grief is so very complicated. xoKaren L Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13984916879007662549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-23990922850399088282019-01-10T14:16:00.163-05:002019-01-10T14:16:00.163-05:00There are five stages of grieving; denial anger, d...There are five stages of grieving; denial anger, depression, bargaining, acceptance. In no particular order. Yours was not an easy relationship and I wish there was more compassion for family at the end. P.S. don't know why it won't postAntareshttps://antarescryptos.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-48800801318811976192019-01-09T15:24:32.712-05:002019-01-09T15:24:32.712-05:00I think this is the most beautifully written post ...I think this is the most beautifully written post of yours I've ever read, Marie. You are missed on FB but we are enjoying your book so much and of course your blog posts are even more precious since I don't hear from you as often. Evidently, I need to learn to make vermouth. Sending you love and forgiveness and energy and flexibility and all of those amazing tools we all need close to hand during times like these. Be well. xoLaura Orabonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15388629218367053604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-60888241529756451692019-01-09T01:53:41.516-05:002019-01-09T01:53:41.516-05:00I was not with my father when he died and I’ve alw...I was not with my father when he died and I’ve always regretted it. I was nearly certain he was dying, but I was to frightened to watch. He kept me with him when my mother died in 1958 even though it was a struggle. A single Dad with a 4 year old girl in the 50s had a no support system. His death was more than I thought I could bear. Yet here we are and we will carry the remnant of our grief and the lessons our fathers taught us for the rest of our lives. That is their legacy to us. Kathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03433116418603812108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-77934435898502253312019-01-08T22:51:58.693-05:002019-01-08T22:51:58.693-05:00I am sorry for your loss, Marie. Grief is a strang...I am sorry for your loss, Marie. Grief is a strange companion, I hope you are surrounded by tender love and care as it has its way with you. Nikihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14124540615850249693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-245674843820749442019-01-06T10:13:58.226-05:002019-01-06T10:13:58.226-05:00Thank you anonymous - I am not angry at myself. My...Thank you anonymous - I am not angry at myself. My issue is anger at others (I'm working on it.)But I also learned very good things about people. My niece and Selina's son Thabang pulled some very long hours beside my dad's bed when I was not there. It was a massive comfort to me and taught me a lot about who they are.Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-9074015403996685702019-01-06T10:11:01.234-05:002019-01-06T10:11:01.234-05:00How horrible, Melanie - I am sorry.xxxHow horrible, Melanie - I am sorry.xxxMariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-92003453893988940472019-01-06T10:10:17.698-05:002019-01-06T10:10:17.698-05:00Thank you, Dale...Thank you, Dale...Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-57178097260186472442019-01-06T10:10:01.131-05:002019-01-06T10:10:01.131-05:00I am so sorry, Debbie. xxxI am so sorry, Debbie. xxxMariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-4238272267670313592019-01-06T10:09:00.817-05:002019-01-06T10:09:00.817-05:00He did like being alive...He did like being alive...Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-78295504791683818212019-01-06T10:08:33.784-05:002019-01-06T10:08:33.784-05:00Hi, love.Hi, love.Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-50455334783867861482019-01-06T10:08:23.802-05:002019-01-06T10:08:23.802-05:00I miss you.I miss you.Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-44270004782311371552019-01-06T10:07:54.406-05:002019-01-06T10:07:54.406-05:00Ek is baie jammer, Elmie, en bly julle het vrede g...Ek is baie jammer, Elmie, en bly julle het vrede gemaak. Ek is eintlik baie gelukkig (as in lucky) dat ek en my pa 'n goeie verhouding gehad het, na 'n moeilike begin. Hy was 'n goeie vriend. Ek het geweet ek gaan hom verloor en het vrede daarmee gemaak en baie daaroor gedink; en met sy dementia, en die pad wat voorgelê het, was dood ook 'n verlossing.Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13632520557553405790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-35502357714177028442019-01-05T23:51:41.412-05:002019-01-05T23:51:41.412-05:00You did your best, forgive yourself and self-perce...You did your best, forgive yourself and self-perceived flaws in your farewell.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-77017459492782502302019-01-05T18:47:15.571-05:002019-01-05T18:47:15.571-05:00The night nurse when my father passed was disdainf...The night nurse when my father passed was disdainful and insulting. I'm glad you had -- and have -- better care. <br /><br />with you,<br />Melaniemy crofthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13484071987163894248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-63242911981131146072019-01-05T02:28:32.336-05:002019-01-05T02:28:32.336-05:00This is so beautiful Marie. I think you’ve moved f...This is so beautiful Marie. I think you’ve moved from your magical foraging to a fine weaving of recipes for life. Thank you for sharing this. Dale Lnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-80888958205768274012019-01-04T16:22:49.975-05:002019-01-04T16:22:49.975-05:00I'm so sorry, Marie, losing my dad in June was...I'm so sorry, Marie, losing my dad in June was one of the most terrible periods of my life. Hugs to you and your mom. xoxoDebbie - Mountain Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18401931842031353732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-35024058688851728522019-01-04T10:36:33.155-05:002019-01-04T10:36:33.155-05:00Sometimes the kindness of strangers and a good dri...Sometimes the kindness of strangers and a good drink are what keeps us going on difficult days. Your vermouth will also bring good memories and a chance to drink a toast to 80+ years of a life well-lived.webbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15168174623602308906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-67897443847039460142019-01-04T08:44:06.649-05:002019-01-04T08:44:06.649-05:00beautiful.beautiful.Lisa McKennanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-1742724039440745502019-01-04T08:34:43.652-05:002019-01-04T08:34:43.652-05:00Lovely photos. I'll cry with you when you open...Lovely photos. I'll cry with you when you open the bottle.Smoothmanhttp://www.vincentmounier.com/blog2noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603107829473043654.post-26589012336913577842019-01-04T06:09:41.968-05:002019-01-04T06:09:41.968-05:00Net soos jy het ek in Bloem grootgeword, 'n sw...Net soos jy het ek in Bloem grootgeword, 'n swak verhouding met my pa gehad en baie jare gestoei met sy persoonlikheid. Hy is Junie 2017 na 'n lang siekbed dood.Sy laaste ses weke was ek aan en af langs sy bed soos ek kon en nooit kon ek dink dat sy dood my so vreeslik verskriklik sou raak nie. Die ses weke was 'n geskenk. Ons het nie baie oor ons twee gepraat nie maar so baie dinge gesels. Vrede gemaak sonder woorde. Maar ek en my sussie sukkel nou nog, 16 maande later. Soveel sterkte vir jou die jaar, mag jy gou vrede kry. Elmie. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com