tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post8196521279966024335..comments2023-10-12T19:06:01.281+11:00Comments on Indigo Dreaming: Was it a Coincidence?Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01334065619837967170noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-72995904498849054382010-11-07T20:43:14.724+11:002010-11-07T20:43:14.724+11:00Hello my beautiful, and loyal, friend from Texas. ...Hello my beautiful, and loyal, friend from Texas. We all have a story to tell and I certainly write as therapy. Plus, have saved a fortune on counselling.<br />Love and gratitude xoCherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01334065619837967170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-21157643341430638392010-11-07T20:39:32.542+11:002010-11-07T20:39:32.542+11:00Samatha, this is the lovely thing with writing ecl...Samatha, this is the lovely thing with writing eclectically, it means 'different strokes for different folks'<br />I look forward to learning more. May be room there for you to do a post?<br />Love and gratitudeCherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01334065619837967170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-48856546712659158382010-11-07T01:24:49.187+11:002010-11-07T01:24:49.187+11:00Tears, tears, and more tears. I cannot begin to im...Tears, tears, and more tears. I cannot begin to imagine the courage it took for you to be able to write and share this. God bless you my friend. Your friend from Texas.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-2421144413286076272010-11-06T23:57:21.532+11:002010-11-06T23:57:21.532+11:00Chez, this person used to be my very best friend t...Chez, this person used to be my very best friend throughout high school. When we lived together in college, it in many ways ruined our friendship, and we were not speaking much when she called me that night. She came back into my life for a short time during my mom's death, potentially out of pity, but we don't talk much again now. After writing to you earlier, I e-mailed her. I told her I haven't been able to stop thinking about that phone call, and asked her what made her feel like she needed to call me. It changed everything really, and I am so grateful to her for following her instincts. I'm curious to see if she responds and what she will say. I will keep you posted! Thanks for prompting me to recall this memory :-)Samihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14595135534176791064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-9318932661277258232010-11-06T08:47:08.709+11:002010-11-06T08:47:08.709+11:00Hello Cheryl - inspired by the topic of coincidenc...Hello Cheryl - inspired by the topic of coincidence I posted the following on my blog today. Blessings - Deb<br /><br />http://devine-ideas.blogspot.com/2010/11/coincidence-synchronicity.htmlartistdebhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03833468904509688447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-78421896580099025872010-11-06T01:19:00.309+11:002010-11-06T01:19:00.309+11:00Chez, your Jeremy's story is so similar to Rac...Chez, your Jeremy's story is so similar to Rachel's. As I read your post, a flood of emotions overwhelmed me. Both our babies were young, and like Jeremy, Rachel seemed at peace, not a frown on her face. She too was not alone after the accident, which is a great comfort. I truly believe they do communicate with us. They give us a gentle squeeze, touch, or whisper. I have had dreams with Rachel, and one in particular that put me more at ease, was when she said to me. "Mom, I'm right here, I have been here with you all the time." I can still see this dream as if it were only yesterday. So Chez, as you approach this unforgettable day, no that your Jeremy is there right beside you. He is holding you gently in his arms, and when you hear yourself laugh, you know he has been there, he is there. I hear her laughter, I see her smile, and sometimes a word or saying that only she would use. Sometimes it comes disguised as her friends, a stranger or a brother or sister. True love is a strong bond, that cannot be severed. Thinking of you always, Love Rose MaryRose Mary Saraivahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277954414057319565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-67642473063879417492010-11-05T20:56:25.960+11:002010-11-05T20:56:25.960+11:00MM your thoughtful comments really are appreciated...MM your thoughtful comments really are appreciated. Fortunately, writing from a positive perspective also lifts me; good for writer and reader.<br />Nancy, I believe sudden death is more difficult to deal with. No preparation! This is a great place to learn from each other.<br />Samantha, maybe your friend had a 'gift.' Were you close to her? I cannot imagine what that time was like for you. We make some interesting connections such as 'sight unseen' as in online friends and still manage to develop deep and lasting friendships.<br />Bless youCherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01334065619837967170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-73531604670383391972010-11-05T08:26:35.739+11:002010-11-05T08:26:35.739+11:00Chez,
This is such a poignant account of the deat...Chez,<br /><br />This is such a poignant account of the death of your son. You have such courage to be able to write about it, and I'm sure you have helped others experiencing grief.Beth L. Gainerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08780737397716824019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-78553349515153899612010-11-05T07:47:51.221+11:002010-11-05T07:47:51.221+11:00Mother's intuition is a powerful thing! I neve...Mother's intuition is a powerful thing! I never discount when those short hairs on the back of your neck stand up, you have to listen to your inner feelings.<br /><br />You are a tough cookie...I too believe all God's Angels cometo us disguised.. Met one or two myself over the course of my years...<br /><br />Love & Admiration<br /><br />Alli...XoXoAllihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01948469302534409133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-73282055983287451722010-11-05T07:46:00.140+11:002010-11-05T07:46:00.140+11:00On December 2, 2007, I got a call at 1am from an o...On December 2, 2007, I got a call at 1am from an old friend while I was asleep. When I answered, she asked, "Are you okay? I just got a horrible feeling and needed to call you. I'm sorry." I was slightly annoyed to be woken up since for the past two months that I had learned my mother was dying I had a difficult time falling asleep. I assured her everything was fine and that I was going back to bed. As I laid there trying to sleep, I started hearing my parents talking downstairs. My mom was repeatedly saying she was too hot and needed him to take off her socks and pants. My dad was saying, "Barb, you aren't wearing either of those things." I never went to sleep again after that phone call because I realized her mind was elsewhere and the end was near. I woke up my brother, and my dad called our hospice nurse. She died that afternoon. <br /><br />Was that phone call a coincidence?! Weird how things happen like that.Samihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14595135534176791064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-70202227132114938982010-11-05T01:17:50.240+11:002010-11-05T01:17:50.240+11:00Chez, You have written something very moving and p...Chez, You have written something very moving and powerful here. As a mother I can understand a tiny portion of your pain these past few years. Also,I lost a beloved cousin in a truck accident and it was one of the most devastating experiences, but still only would be a fraction of what your pain has been. It sounds like you had some mother's intuition that night. I'm glad there are some things you are finding comfort in from that horrific time.nancyspointhttp://www.nancyspoint.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-65015201716994847022010-11-05T00:56:13.725+11:002010-11-05T00:56:13.725+11:00I think I will learn much from you if you can tole...I think I will learn much from you if you can tolerate the occasional profanity of my nature. You're an extraordinary woman. I begin to wonder if it was a co-incidence that you chose to look at my blog! I hope that I will be able to face loving, living and tragedy with your steadfast, positive attitude and with the warmth and humanity which you exude. You write wonderfully. It must have been traumatic writing that post, but I hope and believe that anyone who reads it will draw strength from your strength.Maundering muttererhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10007758736758966777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-42556919121254927202010-11-04T23:52:11.713+11:002010-11-04T23:52:11.713+11:00Chez my heart is with you my friend,know just what...Chez my heart is with you my friend,know just what you mean.watch a movie the other day with a little boy losing his life to a car accident and it brought back memories as we lost our kids 4 months apart from a accident and the most awful phone call a parent can get,brings u to your knees,couldn't even dial my brother phone number as friend show up right after the call came and dial the number for me.<br /><br />Chez thank god for the messages we get,not sure if we could make it without them.Love ya..xoxoKaznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408624067334565368.post-37985233809334691602010-11-04T23:10:03.745+11:002010-11-04T23:10:03.745+11:00Such a sad story, any mother's nightmare but y...Such a sad story, any mother's nightmare but you have gotten through it even though you miss him everyday.I'm glad you feel that you can communicate with him.diane bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12002292118984909883noreply@blogger.com