Memory

Judy, I just read the 'jacket' of your book. I'm so sorry for your loss. I love everything about this poem. Lisa

Well said poem on loss, memories never cease. Music is powerful in remembering. "Day O" does it for me. Tears do cleanse periodically. Very poignant Judy. raskin

I have no words so I offer a cyberhug of love (((((((JudyAnne)))))) Anna "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

So sad, so soft, so sweet... poignant. Ells x

Judy i can understand loss,as it happened to me! much love and i will send you a huge hug by fax! shirley harrison

It is hard for me to swallow after reading this and your boys picture, so beautiful my heart cries out to you. I would love to have that book. Please let me know and also if you were here right now we would share together the loss of someone so close to your heart. I almost could not comment but felt I needed to I love you Judy Mona xxoxoxo hugs from afar What does it say above his picture, it is hard for me to make out but the picture is beautiful, the eyes, his eyes like stars.... Judy I just read the piece of your book and see the name of it now. What a moving story and the book cover, I am proud of you and know this book was written in such a special way like no other. May his spirit always be with you dear lady. Hug TIME well spent is TIME well lived

It brought tears to my eyes...I'm so sorry for you loss...beautiful picture...Twenty My Pretty Ponies. Rosina xena465

Ann of Norway How the human brain lets us take hold of something and never let it become part of what is, it hangs about haunting us in the minutes and days of our lives, when long changed into another reality we wonder if we wish to keep the sorrow and sad happenings as heavy lumps, emphasise them as burdens in our minds to slowly pollute the now, the present with all its positive joy and beauty; I am not sure the creator of the leaden lump would really feel happy being that lump and would wish us to absorb the happier sides of life, once together with them, and celebrate that we are still alive despite the loss. This can apply to a lover too, they can turn ones life into a living hell, my Aunt on sailing to Norway in the early 20's, met a man on board the ship, she fell in love with him, but when they arrived at the Oslo quay what did she see but his son and wife waving to him, he hadn't told her of this. She NEVER married, she became Roman Catholic in Oslo, something her father, the puritanical Scot was totally horrified at, and her life was weighed for ever with the weight of this experience. But...........we never learn to turn it all into the positive and be satisfied with that, or can we? You express this succinctly and well judyanne and bring out the sympathy that we possess in great amounts for the loss of your son. And such events create great art do they not? I second the hug Anna gave you dear judyanne from annanya

I just want to say apart from that I am near to speechless this is a brilliant poem I know your son would be very very proud of his mum ... hugs across the never never hun love ya JayCee x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

I saw ...the Tsunami And tears flowed down my entire body I was cleansed Lovely tears At times purify Gr88888888 poem

i am so sorry for your loss.... i felt every word you said esperanza

we always think we have eternity of time with loved ones until they're gone.Thanks for reminding me.Think I'll go kiss Susan......scribbler