tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861130.post111920653057786688..comments2023-08-20T04:40:04.843-05:00Comments on Stephen M (Ethesis): Stephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00219023897626648057noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861130.post-1120545427468353172005-07-05T01:37:00.000-05:002005-07-05T01:37:00.000-05:00I remember when Stephen told me about losing three...I remember when Stephen told me about losing three children; the look on my face must have been a compilation of horror, puzzlement, and admiration. I finally got up the courage to ask him, "how do you get through that?" I know many people use the phrase, "I have my faith." I agree entirely. But at this point, were I in Stephen's place, I would be having more than just a few arguments with Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861130.post-1119822620750172722005-06-26T16:50:00.000-05:002005-06-26T16:50:00.000-05:00When you are logged in, blogger lets you delete co...When you are logged in, blogger lets you delete comments you make. The little trashcan is the icon for that.<BR/><BR/>annegb, I'm so sorry you are weighed down by those feelings, but I'm glad to you continue to hang on.<BR/><BR/>StephenStephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00219023897626648057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861130.post-1119798256323074892005-06-26T10:04:00.000-05:002005-06-26T10:04:00.000-05:00what's that little garbage can thing at the bottom...what's that little garbage can thing at the bottom for?annegbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15037271914260019842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861130.post-1119798191853774042005-06-26T10:03:00.000-05:002005-06-26T10:03:00.000-05:00Stephen, I was thinking of you the other day and o...Stephen, I was thinking of you the other day and our situations. My husband and son died 32 years ago, and I still cry. <BR/><BR/>My younger son died 14 years ago, and it's like yesterday.<BR/><BR/>But what I was thinking about is how culpable I am in the deaths of my children. They were not ill, their deaths came as a direct result of my actions.<BR/><BR/>I have to tell you, it's really, annegbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15037271914260019842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861130.post-1119287887692520442005-06-20T12:18:00.000-05:002005-06-20T12:18:00.000-05:00Your posting reiterates to me the importance of ti...Your posting reiterates to me the importance of time in the healing process. After my son died, people wanted me to be *over it* after the burial. I was lucky to be home Teacher to a widow of several years who told me that it took her seven years to feel normal after her husband’s passing. Now after five years, I finally am beginning to feel like myself again. I now feel some joy in life Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861130.post-1119237719406909292005-06-19T22:21:00.000-05:002005-06-19T22:21:00.000-05:00Though we all have experienced different things, a...Though we all have experienced different things, and no one can truly identify with anothers pain, I believe that I have a sense of what you mean when you say... "I felt such a sense of personal failure at the deaths of each of the three daughters we buried."<BR/><BR/>I have had two different still born babies (Abby and Adam) Born years apart, and terrifying me. I was told that I couldn't have Lisa M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01015215401481176075noreply@blogger.com