tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619630163838803293.post1363945406593094984..comments2023-03-31T07:56:06.810-04:00Comments on The Lollipop Tree: Something in my eye? (lens?)Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429455198999868784noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619630163838803293.post-77662842859703464762008-09-24T02:02:00.000-04:002008-09-24T02:02:00.000-04:00I think...your father was glad that you came to vi...I think...<BR/>your father was glad that you came to visit.K-Dubyahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11521926527381863273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619630163838803293.post-10798089420980542852008-09-10T13:26:00.000-04:002008-09-10T13:26:00.000-04:00Wonderful post!!! Thank you for sharing.. -Dispatc...Wonderful post!!! Thank you for sharing.. -Dispatcher<BR/><BR/>Oh and we're stopping through Maine next week on our travels.. to take a look at your beautiful state! Can you order us some rain and cooler weather?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619630163838803293.post-62881738100139523522008-09-04T21:43:00.000-04:002008-09-04T21:43:00.000-04:00Great story. It brought a tear to my eye.Great story. It brought a tear to my eye.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619630163838803293.post-61662211705266692572008-09-03T00:45:00.000-04:002008-09-03T00:45:00.000-04:00Great post Lady, thanks for sharing. Who knows, bu...Great post Lady, thanks for sharing. Who knows, but someone was looking over your shoulder...Old NFOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16404197287935017147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619630163838803293.post-53235719872813796842008-09-02T08:08:00.000-04:002008-09-02T08:08:00.000-04:00Tears come at the strangest times. I was so stron...Tears come at the strangest times. I was so strong at the time of my dad's death - maybe because it was necessary. But now, I can see a picture of him, or something will remind me of him, and tears will flow. <BR/><BR/>I love it that your mom plays the piano for the resthome.Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619630163838803293.post-76209113336717526242008-09-02T07:54:00.000-04:002008-09-02T07:54:00.000-04:00Thank you for sharing this intimate story with us....Thank you for sharing this intimate story with us. I think it was good for you to finally go to where you last saw your father, but try to let go of the fact that you weren't there when he died. It sounds like you spent enough time with him before he died. My mother was visiting us in Florida when her mother died in California. It tore her apart that she wasn't with her. My mother was the one who was closest to my grandmother, so I don't know why it happened that way. It wasn't fair to my mother, but we don't have control over things like that. That's why it is so important to let our loved ones know how much me love them everyday! <BR/>Sincerely,<BR/>Sharon<BR/>p.s. as to the lens...In Florida, since it's so humid, when I go from an air conditioned office to outside to take a picture, my lens fogs up for awhile. Maybe you had a fogged up lens.Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18393517097643673337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619630163838803293.post-35742601463385710162008-09-01T17:28:00.000-04:002008-09-01T17:28:00.000-04:00What do you think? Something on the lens?Who's to ...<I>What do you think? Something on the lens?</I><BR/><BR/>Who's to say? I can say this, though: I feel the presence of both my father and mother at the strangest times... always unexpected, but always comforting in an inexplicable way. FWIW.<BR/><BR/>Great post, Alison. And know that you are NOT alone. I have trouble with the water-works from time to time, too. And it's arguably worse for me, being male... with all the attendant macho baggage.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.com