tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post6368994157041891116..comments2024-03-29T04:23:11.822-04:00Comments on Ramblings on Romance Etcetera. Etcetera: Kristie (J)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15743921647882733738noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-3715926891815610742007-04-05T00:30:00.000-04:002007-04-05T00:30:00.000-04:00Kristie I'm just catching up with my blog hopping ...Kristie I'm just catching up with my blog hopping after being away last week and read this. I'm so amazed at your courage. <BR/><BR/>Like everyone else I wish there were words I could write that would help, but all I can think of to say is that we are here. I'm amazed by the wonderful things people have posted here and that says alot about you.Rosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15868327419940314643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-64337979784358635642007-03-28T12:45:00.000-04:002007-03-28T12:45:00.000-04:00I watched Chris Rock on The Actor's Studio last ni...I watched Chris Rock on The Actor's Studio last night and thought of you. James Lipton asked him about his father dying. ANd Chris Rock said saomething about how you never Get Over It. You get used to it, but you never Get Over It.<BR/><BR/>After a while the monsters won't be pushing on the lid of your box so much, and you can peek in from time to time to see how they're doing. At some point you'll be able to invite one out for a bit--decide if you need to send him away or if he needs to go back in the box.<BR/><BR/>You're feeling what you are feeling, my dear. Take care of yourself, don't get drowned by the monsters, and send up a flag when they get overwhelming. You're doing a great job--working on your house, getting a job, talking with friends. Really. You are. Even if it doesn't seem so when the monsters are rumbling.<BR/><BR/>We love you. SuisanSuisanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08005006529585506127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-35376604153879512422007-03-28T10:50:00.000-04:002007-03-28T10:50:00.000-04:00Hugs, Kristie. I hope you buy those eggs and that...Hugs, Kristie. I hope you buy those eggs and that they help. :P~ames~https://www.blogger.com/profile/17683205224039402987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-58493762338164416472007-03-28T00:01:00.000-04:002007-03-28T00:01:00.000-04:00I wish there were magic words that could make it a...I wish there were magic words that could make it all better. I can tell you that I think you are doing amazingly well. And that doing things at your own pace is exactly what you should be doing. You'll know when it's time to take each step. <BR/><BR/>Leave the voicemail as long as you want. My mom says she left hers after she was "ready" because she didn't want anyone to know she was a woman living alone. Whatever your reasons, hang onto your wonderful memories. <BR/><BR/>Big hugs.Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08250972350798310498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-55820908138728621352007-03-27T22:29:00.000-04:002007-03-27T22:29:00.000-04:00Kristie, you might not believe it, but you have be...Kristie, you might not believe it, but you have been unbelievably strong, and what you're feeling is not wrong, it's not weakness, it's just how you feel. You don't need to explain it or justify it. Having never experienced it myself, I can't begin to understand, but I do respect your strength and your perception and your generous heart. You have courage, no matter what you think. Hugs to you.Stacy~https://www.blogger.com/profile/14919278697757441246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-10108510205075949192007-03-27T21:05:00.000-04:002007-03-27T21:05:00.000-04:00Like everyone else, I do not have the answers or a...Like everyone else, I do not have the answers or anything to take it all away. It's a process, and as tara marie said, it's individual. <BR/><BR/>I think you are an inspiration. You have a warmth that travels through your words and I doubt there is anyone, least of all Ron, who is around you that would not know the depth of your love.<BR/><BR/>I get the voicemail thing too. I always keep a message from Ryan saved on my cell phone...just so I always have it.<BR/><BR/>One day maybe you will be able to take all of this pain, hurt, and love and do something with it. I know it is painful now, but the part where you talked about the dream you had about him. It's too much now, but later, when you are writing your first book **wink wink nudge nudge** you could use that, and it could be an amazing story.<BR/><BR/>Love from Indiana, my dear...Jodi_Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02657754385061950277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-35859947406081718312007-03-27T19:52:00.000-04:002007-03-27T19:52:00.000-04:00Oh honey I wish there was something I could do tha...Oh honey I wish there was something I could do that could make it all better. <BR/><BR/>You are amazing and doing so much better than many would, hell much better than I would.<BR/><BR/>There isn't a right or a wrong way. There is just Kristie's... travel that way however you need too. And always know there are people there for you in whatever way they can be.<BR/><BR/>You know, Texas would be fun to visit *g*sybilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11342302708116383329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-45860738413571618092007-03-27T18:34:00.000-04:002007-03-27T18:34:00.000-04:00Kristie... when you are having a crappy evening ca...Kristie... when you are having a crappy evening call me. I listen well and I don't give advice... too often :) BUT, if you don't speak up.. you're going to hear me ramble so tell me to shut up (don't be nice about it) and I'll listen.<BR/><BR/>I called and heard the voice mail... leave it. So what, it brings you comfort. Doesn't bother me any and if bothers someone else they can call your new cellphone.<BR/><BR/>As for travelling.. when do you want to leave?? No joke, the dh doesn't travel and I'm off to CA at the end of June. I have a place to stay in France next year... wanna go????<BR/><BR/>You are still coming on Sat aren't you??? If it's too late to go home or we've had our fair share of beverages... you're sleeping in the spare room.. no discussion.<BR/><BR/>One day at a time although the eggs sound like fun :) I have wood's full of trees... take your pick... and toss a few....<BR/><BR/>S.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-88068218841927571402007-03-27T18:16:00.000-04:002007-03-27T18:16:00.000-04:00Thinking about you always....call....drop by...deb...Thinking about you always....call....drop by...debAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-55226804640200396952007-03-27T17:53:00.000-04:002007-03-27T17:53:00.000-04:00Grief is so individual, and you've been so strong,...Grief is so individual, and you've been so strong, even if you think you've a monster under the surface. Allow yourself as much time as you need, don't worry about changing the voice mail or cleaning your room, when it's right you'll know.<BR/><BR/>Hugs, love and prayers, TaraTara Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15963704767440694312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-42660210122144362442007-03-27T13:21:00.000-04:002007-03-27T13:21:00.000-04:00I can't even begin to imagine what you're going th...I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through, Kristie. I certainly hope I never do. But I can tell you that if I ever find myself in your same situation I know I'll look to you for guidance.<BR/><BR/>I totally get you about the voice mail, though. I have no doubt I'd do the same thing. Every little thing.<BR/><BR/>You are very brave and very strong and you're entitled to deal with your grief however you can. If it means sitting on the box and only letting one monster out at a time, then that's okay. You should feel no guilt or shame. There's no question about your love for Ron and it's obvious it will forever be a part of you.<BR/><BR/>*sigh* I wish I could say something to make everything all better. Something to make you not be sad. But I'm afraid I've got nothing.Jensterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15639970448069931471noreply@blogger.com