tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post4968109649661446409..comments2023-10-01T02:15:58.234-07:00Comments on mommicked: five years...and one day...laterTracyOChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16227348728165440844noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-29745312282431240602012-09-02T10:43:38.465-07:002012-09-02T10:43:38.465-07:00I think other people ought to try staying down eve...I think other people ought to try staying down every once in a while. The view is something from here.<br /><br />*****<br /><br />Just so.<br /><br />Remembering R and you and August babies and all the babies,<br /><br />CiMGroveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14867095709948739457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-9921149959909518422012-09-01T13:54:52.197-07:002012-09-01T13:54:52.197-07:00Strange, how you and Em come to mention it, I'...Strange, how you and Em come to mention it, I'm really not at all sure when Georgina was cremated. Must have been early September and I'm sure I have the paperwork. Perhaps I just don't want to know. <br /><br />My dead daughter isn't discussed in my office either. A few people are probably vaguely aware of her, some will have forgotten entirely, some never knew anything of her atCatherine Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01618295389400457254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-72491934155243840602012-09-01T12:07:07.982-07:002012-09-01T12:07:07.982-07:00Your view of life makes me feel so validated, Trac...Your view of life makes me feel so validated, Tracy! I am so sorry I'm so very late, I've been thinking of my August friends and have commented on virtually nothing yet. <br /><br />Other people can be so demanding and dense and obtuse. Yet sometimes they can surprise us, too, which really is lovely. <br /><br />Missing R with you, friend. Those 12 days, five years ago . . . if wishing Mary Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12212750107782259674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-44026278907513572462012-08-30T16:32:02.120-07:002012-08-30T16:32:02.120-07:00Oh, but I hope you'll do it anyway...Oh, but I hope you'll do it anyway...TracyOChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16227348728165440844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-36557168533620361672012-08-30T16:31:34.363-07:002012-08-30T16:31:34.363-07:00Back in the early days, I probably would have said...Back in the early days, I probably would have said the struck-thru parts aloud...just saying. As far as I can tell, my friends have forgiven me for it.TracyOChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16227348728165440844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-74816468274145485332012-08-30T16:30:15.777-07:002012-08-30T16:30:15.777-07:00Thanks. And, hey, just one more August day left. ...Thanks. And, hey, just one more August day left. I think we may all make it to the end without exploding from the strange of maintaining social niceties.TracyOChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16227348728165440844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-66908929786275717622012-08-30T16:29:01.706-07:002012-08-30T16:29:01.706-07:00Well, I still don't succeed at not getting ril...Well, I still don't succeed at not getting riled but, I do try to remember that other people are all so grating--sometimes they're even sort of great. I just don't feel like having to work so hard.TracyOChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16227348728165440844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-10324905756550060302012-08-30T16:26:59.793-07:002012-08-30T16:26:59.793-07:00I can't even remember the date that R was crem...I can't even remember the date that R was cremated...it's all such a jumble. But I know that my first two years of Augusts (and all of the various associated events) were grueling. TracyOChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16227348728165440844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-48020705243528252812012-08-30T16:22:52.838-07:002012-08-30T16:22:52.838-07:00You know, I couldn't even string two words tog...You know, I couldn't even string two words together about how I felt at 7 months. Back then, I also had no qualms about talking about R at work because, quite frankly, you can't minimize a problem that's already minimal. I eased up on people over the years but, at seven months, I think you should just give yourself a pass.TracyOChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16227348728165440844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-75087818252746680102012-08-29T21:48:08.884-07:002012-08-29T21:48:08.884-07:00This post has just summed it all up for me. Turns ...This post has just summed it all up for me. Turns out I don't need to do a post birthday wrap up on my poor old blog after all.<br />For that, thank you Tracy OC. xoHope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-52940816664538859942012-08-27T19:39:14.216-07:002012-08-27T19:39:14.216-07:00I love your strike through sentences. Oh how I wo...I love your strike through sentences. Oh how I would love to say it all to the faces that need to her it. <br /><br />August has become a symbol of loss for so many I know through the blog world. I'm thinking of all the babies gone too soon. To your R, sending love.<br /><br />For me, it is 27. And come Feb, i'll stop counting 27's and start counting years.<br /><br />Love to youVeronicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06281894679573984580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-58571742559808855022012-08-27T14:31:56.973-07:002012-08-27T14:31:56.973-07:00Thanks for this post. There's so much here tha...Thanks for this post. There's so much here that I think I really needed to read - the humor and hope of it, your love for your girls running through all your words like a vein of gold.<br /><br />I am thinking of you and R and C, and sending love, and wishing you'd had more (much more) than 12 days. And I'm laughing as you write about work because, my goodness, you've nailed all ericahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06347057746449071812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-54071806754494477512012-08-27T11:18:07.088-07:002012-08-27T11:18:07.088-07:00I needed this today, getting riled about small peo...I needed this today, getting riled about small people when I should know better. Thank you. And strength to you as August closes. I hate April, but now I hate it more when it ends. Merryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338478486624362745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-62502172952008908412012-08-27T08:09:47.981-07:002012-08-27T08:09:47.981-07:00Hell is other people in August. That's exactly...Hell is other people in August. That's exactly right. Thank you for putting that thought of mine perfectly and succintly into words.<br /><br />The 26th was hard for us this year too. Eva died on August 15th but we cremated her on the 26th. August 26th hit me like a mack truck and I am still reeling. <br /><br />I can't believe I've lived through so many Augusts so oblivious of how Emhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11910371746336686970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-65252065459613812602012-08-27T07:21:58.063-07:002012-08-27T07:21:58.063-07:00It is a nice trick, isn't it, how bringing up ...It is a nice trick, isn't it, how bringing up your dead daughter minimizes *other people's* problems. And I feel like I am practicing enormous restraint by not commenting on all the 'inspirational bumper stickers' on FB. It's been seven months since my daughter was stillborn and I am finding other people really, really difficult right now. I am glad that by the 26th you were March is for daffodilshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11287273786322029725noreply@blogger.com