tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post8514376560528300598..comments2024-03-27T22:48:04.548-04:00Comments on JACK at RANDOM: State Of FluxJosh Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558455153152363458noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post-60554914862727419822011-08-01T00:18:36.492-04:002011-08-01T00:18:36.492-04:00Wow. This is so perfect, your description on how ...Wow. This is so perfect, your description on how the bed changes, how the desire for more sleep stays yet changes. Great post.JoyAndSorrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03923776278331956351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post-40863734000138949362011-07-30T07:40:28.977-04:002011-07-30T07:40:28.977-04:00I felt that way too, blowing from here to there on...I felt that way too, blowing from here to there on the winds of grief. Schedules kept me sane, even when I would resent their very nature of telling me where I should be and what I should be doing when all I wanted to do is keen. I wish someone could say, "Here is the magic incantation for this all to end." We all figured that out for ourselves I suppose. Mine involved whiskey, schedules and the computer too. Sending love.still life angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15150141781089602529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post-92194952722780293362011-07-29T18:30:06.693-04:002011-07-29T18:30:06.693-04:00But, Josh, you DO capture the words...very poignan...But, Josh, you DO capture the words...very poignantly! It is very obvious that you are reaching the very souls of others who have and still are traveling on the same road as you and Kari.<br /><br />May God continue to bless you with the insight into using your linguistic talent to minister to all of us!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post-84339583259745843922011-07-28T16:42:36.678-04:002011-07-28T16:42:36.678-04:00Thanks for the comments everyone. Lots of love, lo...Thanks for the comments everyone. Lots of love, lots of hope. <br /><br />I could have kept writing about how later that Monday, I was back to feeling motivated again, on top of my life for a brief few hours. <br /><br />This grief thing is a tricky presence to figure out...and to capture in mere words.Josh Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07558455153152363458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post-13994793243857678182011-07-28T02:37:37.717-04:002011-07-28T02:37:37.717-04:00so familiar.so familiar.crystal theresahttp://fragments.louielovescrystal.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post-14774520056613225562011-07-27T09:17:12.726-04:002011-07-27T09:17:12.726-04:00I remember the swing of that pendulum happening so...I remember the swing of that pendulum happening so quickly...<br />After George died it took me months and months to finally follow through with the promises I made to myself to start studying for my national board exam. <br /><br />You'll get there. Slowly, but you will.briannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03703767053224975771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post-77708486561997288402011-07-27T09:02:17.217-04:002011-07-27T09:02:17.217-04:00I totally get this. You've perfectly captured ...I totally get this. You've perfectly captured how it is to have those moments of "I can DO this," only to be hit moments, hours later with, "What was I thinking, my child is dead." <br /><br />After Calla died, I started doing this out of the ordinary for me--getting up early to run, staying late at friends' houses because, hey, why not. Looking back, I think I needed to escape my life for a little bit. And it wasn't a bad thing, just a thing.<br /><br />Enough about me. All this to say I know what you mean. You are not alone. This is hard work we do. Sending you love and light.Mary Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12212750107782259674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post-192612093442480202011-07-27T06:58:46.801-04:002011-07-27T06:58:46.801-04:00Oh so familiar. That feeling upon first waking, wh...Oh so familiar. That feeling upon first waking, where you forget - just for a moment. Then bam, it hits you again. She is still dead. This is your life. Rinse, repeat. Day in, day out.<br />I'm so sorry, Josh.Hope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post-81714521484650738292011-07-27T00:34:11.292-04:002011-07-27T00:34:11.292-04:00Perfectly worded my friend. Thinking of you and Ma...Perfectly worded my friend. Thinking of you and Margot~Missyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17215595176820577303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post-36141148570096375802011-07-27T00:21:31.574-04:002011-07-27T00:21:31.574-04:00Love this line: "I feel a small drop of comfo...Love this line: "I feel a small drop of comfort in the familiarity of this grief." It's so true -- this is our new normal, as tragic and horrible as it is. It's all we know now. And, somehow, through all of our tears and emotions, we find a gentle comfort. I think it's that comfort that allows our children to always be present in our lives. Sending love to all four of you.Sarinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504259906351329000.post-24183847366307954312011-07-26T17:03:59.734-04:002011-07-26T17:03:59.734-04:00beautiful post, you really put into words what the...beautiful post, you really put into words what the day to day is like after such lossmichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07960223886511130664noreply@blogger.com