Nov 25, 2009
Remembering the dead in casual conversation is beautiful. (Tact? We’ll work on that later.)
Orison:
Here. I have 2 hands.
One is for Mama and one is for Felicity, cuz mama’s not here and Felicity’s dead.
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God bless his heart for others.
I love you too, Molly and Felicity!
I laughed and ached at the same time. I can only imagine how you must have felt, Brother… *hugs from Texas*
Uh, oops, this is Denita, Eric’s wife. Sorry!
That happened to me once before, when I left a *really* sappy comment on my friend’s blog. Thankfully it was a friend and not a stranger.
And thanks for the virtual hug.
Orison loves his girls.
What an awesome young man. He can borrow my two hands if there’s anyone else’s memory that he wants to honor.
That is so precious!
Yes, that is beautiful. I lost a baby and my other children grew up referring to her in ways like that too, until they learned “better” vocabulary. But it didn’t bother me; I was glad they mentioned her in whatever ways were natural to them. That’s how it should be. When they suggested we celebrate her birthday one year by having a picnic in the cemetery, we did. Real life in death stuff.
I wish that society as a whole were better at the “real life in death stuff” as Lisa says. We do ourselves a disservice by not…. we “generally” (although generalizations get ya into trouble) live as though life is certain and death is uncertain, though the reality is completely opposite.
What a sweet little boy you guys have.
Orison is such a sweet big brother.
I would imagine that Orison’s love for his sister will help Morrow, too.
He’ll be able to grow up with that awareness of his big sister because he has a big brother who was “there” and openly misses and talks about her. That’s kinda neat (in a heart-wrenching way)I think…
Happy Thanksgiving, you guys.