tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post5654689722697064340..comments2019-10-23T20:27:10.842+01:00Comments on A Mum Shaped Hole: In the arms of deathLaura - Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy?http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827420866489863620noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post-16497927658670369932009-11-15T21:22:52.324+00:002009-11-15T21:22:52.324+00:00I thought I would come here to thank you, instead ...I thought I would come here to thank you, instead of to your 'other house', as it seemed more appropriate. Thank you for thinking of my boys on their birthday, and for your support. I had a truly bleak night when I posted that rant, and needed the help that I then found in spades from the blogosphere. Thanks Laura xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post-87767827796514639592009-10-21T09:51:35.878+01:002009-10-21T09:51:35.878+01:00I always wondered how seeing my friend's C phy...I always wondered how seeing my friend's C physical condition deteriorating would affect her kids in the long run. The memory can be cruel and often hold the scariest images for the longest time.<br /><br />I do think, though, that something about the Irish tradition of having an open coffin during the wake is a good thing somehow. I was horrified at first, standing awkwardly in the corner of the room clutching my drink, eyes flicking over towards the coffin, but then I watched her daughter come in, push through the throng of laughing, chatting adults (I know, but wakes rarely remain sombre forever), whisper to her Mum, touch her hand, and walk back out again. I'll remember that moment forever. I wonder if she will too?English Mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05761258925161245115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post-20936155817116798422009-10-14T19:59:47.291+01:002009-10-14T19:59:47.291+01:00Just seen this.
((Hugs))
I have a vivid memory ...Just seen this. <br /><br />((Hugs))<br /><br />I have a vivid memory of seeing my Mum in the BRI a few days before she went.<br /><br />xxxxxxxxInsomniac Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12061757394358835889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post-41399320651999709752009-10-05T19:12:40.730+01:002009-10-05T19:12:40.730+01:00I am with Under the Influence - her beautiful daug...I am with Under the Influence - her beautiful daughter...<br />xoxoxoxoxoxMerrily Down the Streamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02597012743683562304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post-4944329802776129492009-10-02T22:31:04.334+01:002009-10-02T22:31:04.334+01:00I too have been so moved by this post. Had a simil...I too have been so moved by this post. Had a similar experience with my mum (also in a hospice before she died, looking just as you described your mum) and it has stayed with me. But I was in my 30's and you were so little. So brave of you to share the memory. Hope it has helped. I really feel for you.mumplustwohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15602390879909138063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post-75757587041134011842009-09-28T18:57:35.088+01:002009-09-28T18:57:35.088+01:00Hello. I almost feel like I'm intruding someho...Hello. I almost feel like I'm intruding somehow by leaving a comment on such a tender thing, to a total stranger. But then, I was so moved by it -- as a mother and as a daughter. I think writing is a nearly perfect way to work out what's working at us. Something about the way you've written about your mom and to her reminds me a lot of praying, an act I find very uncertain and lonely but also strangely soothing and transforming. I usually read the "funnies" when it comes to blogs, so I'll have to go read your other, but I stumbled across your blog via someone on my Blogroll and just wanted to comment on how your words moved me. I'm a hospice volunteer, and this post is something that will stick with me forever.Jenny Pennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04825876444617545025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post-62644662029341101662009-09-27T20:47:21.204+01:002009-09-27T20:47:21.204+01:00Gosh, Laura. That's just so awful. I really fe...Gosh, Laura. That's just so awful. I really feel for you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post-20121462221244119452009-09-23T21:15:46.883+01:002009-09-23T21:15:46.883+01:00That is one of the saddest things I have ever read...That is one of the saddest things I have ever read.Elaine Denninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10640829930815645105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post-8035952123927533812009-09-23T14:12:51.419+01:002009-09-23T14:12:51.419+01:00Big Hugs and tears.
My own mum shaped hole throbs ...Big Hugs and tears.<br />My own mum shaped hole throbs daily!<br />BNMFfihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17315244804180176228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post-5459615253202764232009-09-23T02:21:15.404+01:002009-09-23T02:21:15.404+01:00My guess would be all she saw was her beautiful da...My guess would be all she saw was her beautiful daughter.Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02921336810725430983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543082555028594992.post-69552750048789133202009-09-23T01:43:32.855+01:002009-09-23T01:43:32.855+01:00Oh Laura. How horrible for you. I remember seein...Oh Laura. How horrible for you. I remember seeing my Grandfather the same way, which was horrific enough because we were incredibly close. But to imagine the same scenario with my mum, when I was just a child, is just too much to bear. Much love xxxNicolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07017352687163694581noreply@blogger.com