xoxoxoxo for you, bubba. you have my heart.
:-) G'day from Oz mate, thinking of you.
Máirtín, is there a man amongst us who does not grieve for our own? I have inside of me a lost child, a faither who was taken by another mans hand and not by the grace of his God.I held my favourite uncle in my arms until the life ran out of him and he died cursing the cruelest of cancer that took him. Stolen from us, my youngest brother to foul play before he had time to grow hair on his chin. It broke us nearly with the pain.We lost our mammy to the cough and our world lost its sunshine for a while, but I never gave in. I couldn't, I have people who need me to be strong, so do you.Still I stand, and so must you. We drink to remember the good times spent with each, for what good is the misery brought on with the drink inside of us and sentiment running from the corner of our eyes?We must laugh with the living, leave them their own happy memories, we celebrate every minute we are above ground. So must you. Grieve well my friend, it is your right to so, then put on your boots and your cap and face the world with the divil in your eyes.
sav; ta missus. :)xoxoxoxTempo; Thanks pal. :)
Losing people we love, what ever the circumstances, sucks. Chin up mate.Love the photo of you doin' your thang!
Chef; I have a good pal, the strength and courage I have today I owe to him. I hope he knows this.
Joey; Thanks pal. I'm fine today. :)
"Mapstew" has been included in the A Sunday Drive for this week. I hope this helps to point even more new visitors in your direction.http://asthecrackerheadcrumbles.blogspot.com/2012/09/a-sunday-drive_16.html
Grief is one of those things we all deal with differently. For the record, there is no right or wrong way.Just know we're here. Listening. And we care.
Aye, he knows, he also told me to tell you he has a terrible thirst about him still, even though his head is pounding much more than yours this very morn.Is maith an scathan suil charad. Maireann croi eadrom i bhfad.
Sorry to hear that mate. Personally, I'm not sure it matters if we can't stand, just as long as we get up again.
Jerry; Thanks. :¬)hope; I know. :¬)xxx
Pon; xxx:¬)Jules; I'llalways get up! :¬)
Chef; Is maith liom an seanfhocal sin.
With so many families who constantly fight and hate each other and all the ugly "reality" TV polluting the airwaves out here, it's refreshing to read something like this. Let that be the silver lining in your hollow feeling.
UB; Thankfully that 'hollow feeling' rarely surfaces, and I have learned (from a good friend) to keep the good side out.:¬)
My sis and i barely speak... i read this and think you are a lucky man Mr. Map, you are allowed to feel however you wish, just don't forget to celebrate the good, i believe your sis would have wanted it that way.
dear map - the loss of my own sister is not quite a year old and i, too, still miss her - sometimes even picking up my phone to buzz her about this or that funny thing or new of home, or whatever, only to remember that she will not be answering - you may remember that we did not have a "funeral service" of any kind for her - rather we - family and friends - went to her favorite restaurant and had a celebration of her life lunch - with jivin' music and hours of story telling of all the fun and happy and good times with her - and i'm sorry to digress - even to tell my own story here as i know it does not matter that others have suffered the same - it is such a personal loss - the bottom line is: know that you are loved and cared for and that your sister's spirit will never leave you - would that i had real words of consolation...xoxoxo
Kono; Ta pal. :¬)GYPSYWOMAN; Thank you for that. :¬)xxx
Keeping you in my thoughts ...xxx