tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035630.post510932348730511273..comments2023-08-07T06:03:05.434-05:00Comments on chronicles of blunderview: Rice Pilaf and Pork Tenderloinjoycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10269164806627544548noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035630.post-89343838003624783872007-05-15T05:45:00.000-05:002007-05-15T05:45:00.000-05:00wow, E. Was that a comment?!Muchos Gracias.wow, E. Was that a comment?!<BR/>Muchos Gracias.joycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10269164806627544548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035630.post-76380899870288018692007-05-14T18:35:00.000-05:002007-05-14T18:35:00.000-05:00Your words are So Touching ...describing an experi...Your words are So Touching ...<BR/>describing an experience that has touched this life ... I know the path you are on ... From somone who happened to enjoy the rice pilaf in your absence ... EAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035630.post-13676166811208329382007-05-14T13:04:00.000-05:002007-05-14T13:04:00.000-05:00the photo of you mom and dad on your previous post...the photo of you mom and dad on your previous post speaks a million words. praying for you.Roohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09014829847475377261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035630.post-77451142151840833092007-05-14T13:00:00.000-05:002007-05-14T13:00:00.000-05:00Joyce, I don't even know what to say. You have be...Joyce, I don't even know what to say. You have been through so much in the last year. My thoughts are with you.it's a gong show...https://www.blogger.com/profile/06273304731867914962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035630.post-50854409424589691652007-05-14T07:21:00.000-05:002007-05-14T07:21:00.000-05:00that photo always speaks a million things to me. I...that photo always speaks a million things to me. It was taken last summer outside my brother's hospital room, I believe on the day we recognized with some certainty that he would soon die.<BR/>My dad grew older that day.<BR/><BR/>And yes, wise words, to be gentle with oneself. I've already noted beating myself ungraciously for feeling all the wrong things...joycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10269164806627544548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035630.post-78837345604678393592007-05-14T06:11:00.000-05:002007-05-14T06:11:00.000-05:00Your previous photo brought tears to my eyes...ver...Your previous photo brought tears to my eyes...very wise words from Karla MG...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035630.post-38647122713690634382007-05-14T06:06:00.000-05:002007-05-14T06:06:00.000-05:00You have my prayers.You have my prayers.Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03418200517338216765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035630.post-45359116073851952172007-05-14T03:27:00.000-05:002007-05-14T03:27:00.000-05:00(((Joyce))) Your family is in my prayers. There's ...(((Joyce))) Your family is in my prayers. There's something about strokes lately...my uncle just had one last weekend, and I learned in church today someone else I know had one this week... Be gentle, allow yourself to acknowledge the changes. And yes, it's hard, but still possible to embrace the new while grieving the loss of the familiar, the known...the ways your papa used to be.Karla MGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09840050000753549956noreply@blogger.com