tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post5827831381335901029..comments2023-09-02T09:36:56.716-07:00Comments on Cause I Believe in You: Just Like ThatCheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05089859839673632529noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-1330544712367437732007-04-25T21:29:00.000-07:002007-04-25T21:29:00.000-07:00It is a humbling thing to think that something tha...It is a humbling thing to think that something that comes from my heart has an impact on another person's life, an impact that can actually lead to betterment somehow. I honestly believe that God uses us in ways we don't even know or imagine. Mainstream writing is one of the more common ways - but blogging? Who knew?<BR/><BR/>Thank you, Annie. You have given me pause....Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05089859839673632529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-62314586487744795462007-04-25T17:41:00.000-07:002007-04-25T17:41:00.000-07:00Cherie your entire blog is my favorite blog by far...Cherie your entire blog is my favorite blog by far! I have never found another one that gives me this kind of stimulating dialogue. Without being too intellectual or hard to read. It's easy to read but it has big issues and interesting points and humor too. I find my self challenged by this post about death to the point that I believe my outlook will change for the better. Thank you so much!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-71693272089928099612007-04-24T22:42:00.000-07:002007-04-24T22:42:00.000-07:00Marianne, thank you for also sharing such personal...Marianne, thank you for also sharing such personal insights into this issue. You have my sympathy about your relatives. My heart is with you. Seems like deaths bunch up like that - one after another after another. It's odd.<BR/><BR/>Like you, I love the dialog with my readers. They are so smart, so insightful, and each one so different, that, when they all chip in, it becomes an amazingly Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05089859839673632529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-40669235083864118092007-04-24T22:00:00.000-07:002007-04-24T22:00:00.000-07:00Cherie - Thank you for taking the time to write th...Cherie - Thank you for taking the time to write this post.<BR/><BR/>I loved learning about the buddist mediation and thinking about how sheltered we are from the raw facts of life. <BR/><BR/>We just found out that my cousin doesn't qualify to be on the kidney donor list and will be dying shortly, as his kidneys have already failed and been removed. <BR/><BR/>This will make the 3rd slow and Marianne Elixirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16394688588187240026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-788625684999401012007-04-24T19:09:00.000-07:002007-04-24T19:09:00.000-07:00From the teeny tiny bit I know of K., I know you a...From the teeny tiny bit I know of K., I know you are right. She'd be very happy to know that she enriched the rest of your lives with the knowledge of how precious you are to each other. I doubt anyone can fill the huge hole Ks death has left behind. Memories help, though, don't they.<BR/><BR/>You and L are examples of the effect I am talking about. You have wisely looked right at the thing, and Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05089859839673632529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-45156107913776033752007-04-24T16:51:00.000-07:002007-04-24T16:51:00.000-07:00This post really hits home!I don't fear death. I ...This post really hits home!<BR/>I don't fear death. I fear losing a loved one. The dead are the lucky ones; they're in a better place. The living have to fill the huge hole that has been left in their lives.<BR/><BR/>L and I have become much more attentive to each other since our dear friend died 10 days ago. We suddenly realized how short, and precious, our time together is. We don't want tshsmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08637635755654078408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-28527039425769239682007-04-24T16:25:00.000-07:002007-04-24T16:25:00.000-07:00It's worth way more than two cent, Sandy. Way more...It's worth way more than two cent, Sandy. Way more. You have a unique perspective, in that you work with people who understand loss in a way lots of don't ever experience.<BR/><BR/>I'm going to reread and think about these words you've written here for awhile. <BR/><BR/>Thank you very very much for taking the time to write them. They help.<BR/><BR/>It didn't seem like venting to me, but you are Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05089859839673632529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-69881797068853712582007-04-24T15:24:00.000-07:002007-04-24T15:24:00.000-07:00I have dealt with many people over the last 7 year...I have dealt with many people over the last 7 years that have either lost everything they had: materially, mentally, emotionally, or physically; or they are losing what they have. Their journies have been incredible to watch. From the people I've dealt with, I've seen an amazing appreciation for life. They are thankful to wake up in the morning, sleep at night, and for everything they experience.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-29655006228967968342007-04-24T14:15:00.000-07:002007-04-24T14:15:00.000-07:00Don't stop, Deanna. Keep going. This is what I wan...Don't stop, Deanna. Keep going. This is what I want to read...........you are on the right trail.<BR/><BR/>When Tom and I went to Alaska with the girls, we had 14 days to explore. We used each and every one of the hours in that 14 days to the fullest. We knew the trip would come to an end, and it would seem like it had just begun. We didn't want to waste a single day, to have regrets, but to Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05089859839673632529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-72930551286212215612007-04-24T13:38:00.000-07:002007-04-24T13:38:00.000-07:00I needed time to read this one, and now my brain's...I needed time to read this one, and now my brain's clunking along, too.<BR/><BR/>I guess our imaginations can supply the images of what's happening to what's left of the one who has died. We're made (maybe all creatures are) to see life, though, to know life. Death is when life's been pulled away. To where? We wonder, and we need time to ponder it. Like you say, Cherie, we tend to dodge the deannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16352855975153416194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-10227885250035465962007-04-24T12:58:00.000-07:002007-04-24T12:58:00.000-07:00Thanks for the feedback, Pam. I crave the thoughts...Thanks for the feedback, Pam. I crave the thoughts of others for it helps the mulling process. You and Cecily have given me a little more to chew on. If you could hear my brain, you would hear a whirring, clunking, and chunking today. Thanks!Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05089859839673632529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-33396727941613297672007-04-24T12:27:00.000-07:002007-04-24T12:27:00.000-07:00I heard a cancer patient once say that she didn't ...I heard a cancer patient once say that she didn't like people to refer to what she was doing as, "She's dying from cancer." She insisted she was "living with cancer," and she was right. Living is what we do. Dying is something that happens, eventually and inevitably. Most of us could, indeed, do our living better...Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17849049336673963342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-91576074444538414362007-04-24T11:31:00.000-07:002007-04-24T11:31:00.000-07:00I'm with you, Cecily. I'll skip the actual watch t...I'm with you, Cecily. I'll skip the actual watch the rot. It is enough for me to picture it in my head, but more, to contemplate the meaning behind the action. The facing of the truth of life....and death.Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05089859839673632529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754923.post-41488978706726892772007-04-24T04:43:00.000-07:002007-04-24T04:43:00.000-07:00Woah, Cherie! I think I'll skip sitting before an...Woah, Cherie! I think I'll skip sitting before any rotting, worm ridden cadavers and just read your post instead.<BR/><BR/>I too think we run away from death in the west, and in doing so we miss much of the significance of life. I'm all for weeping, wailing and rocking backwards and forwards in acknowledgment of the finality of death - much more in touch with the reality of life and death.<BR/>cecilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12944264862462890029noreply@blogger.com