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<blockquote data-quote="Echolette" data-source="post: 650371" data-attributes="member: 17269"><p>Alb,</p><p></p><p>I am so sorry to read your post...I know, many of us know, that dull feeling of hurt and surprise and disbelief. Overalid on fear and sadness and loss. We know.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I do some of Cedar's things sometimes...they help me. And this idea helps me too..that out there there are other parents who love their kids lighting candles, and wrapping icons (and pricking voodoo dollls...oops did I say that out loud?) We aren't alone. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I know, honey, I know. Fathom is such a good word for it too...fathoms and fathoms under the sea, too deep to plumb or even comprehend. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>You know, I have felt that way. I hope to not feel that way again...I think, maybe, I won't...Alb, I hope you will come to a day when you can hope not to feel this way again too. Cedar, thank you for the imagery.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Hahaha, some one called the cops. Not me!!!! I called the band!!!</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Cedar, I think this story was both about exhausting yourself with rocks and also about throwing heavy things and also about making something beautiful and lasting...I love the layeredness of it. It also brought to mind a day when, in the throes of divorce from difficult child's dad, in a period of free fall with difficult child, in the days after my mother died...I came upon the idea of smashing all the glass in my recycling. So I took it outside and threw all the bottles against the garage for...ohh..a long time. ONe of the neighbors got worried and called me "I just want you to know I hear the sound of breaking glass, I figured your kids were up to something." to which I replied "thank you, I will take care of it."</p><p></p><p>My daughter is STILL mad that I implied by my non-volunteering info that she might have been acting up. She was also irate because, you know, the dogs or even people might get hurt on the glass (I cleaned it all up). This from a girl who had some Definite Difficult Child Years (as in, many)</p><p></p><p>I don't know why...but that memory made me laugh.</p><p></p><p>and laughing, in the face of all this, can only be a good thing.</p><p></p><p>Holding you in my heart right now, Albie, and all of you warrior parents out there.</p><p></p><p>Echolette</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Echolette, post: 650371, member: 17269"] Alb, I am so sorry to read your post...I know, many of us know, that dull feeling of hurt and surprise and disbelief. Overalid on fear and sadness and loss. We know. I do some of Cedar's things sometimes...they help me. And this idea helps me too..that out there there are other parents who love their kids lighting candles, and wrapping icons (and pricking voodoo dollls...oops did I say that out loud?) We aren't alone. I know, honey, I know. Fathom is such a good word for it too...fathoms and fathoms under the sea, too deep to plumb or even comprehend. You know, I have felt that way. I hope to not feel that way again...I think, maybe, I won't...Alb, I hope you will come to a day when you can hope not to feel this way again too. Cedar, thank you for the imagery. Hahaha, some one called the cops. Not me!!!! I called the band!!! Cedar, I think this story was both about exhausting yourself with rocks and also about throwing heavy things and also about making something beautiful and lasting...I love the layeredness of it. It also brought to mind a day when, in the throes of divorce from difficult child's dad, in a period of free fall with difficult child, in the days after my mother died...I came upon the idea of smashing all the glass in my recycling. So I took it outside and threw all the bottles against the garage for...ohh..a long time. ONe of the neighbors got worried and called me "I just want you to know I hear the sound of breaking glass, I figured your kids were up to something." to which I replied "thank you, I will take care of it." My daughter is STILL mad that I implied by my non-volunteering info that she might have been acting up. She was also irate because, you know, the dogs or even people might get hurt on the glass (I cleaned it all up). This from a girl who had some Definite Difficult Child Years (as in, many) I don't know why...but that memory made me laugh. and laughing, in the face of all this, can only be a good thing. Holding you in my heart right now, Albie, and all of you warrior parents out there. Echolette [/QUOTE]
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