tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post4638311567705480094..comments2024-03-28T16:28:46.120-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: Sadness And Rain. Sweetness And Life. Ms. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-8893984325683125732015-02-08T11:57:42.190-05:002015-02-08T11:57:42.190-05:00I hate to read about people dying and then the chi...I hate to read about people dying and then the chickens. Very sad about the girl who died. And the old chickens--well, that is hard because I feel as if I know your chickens. Life and death--hard to cope with both of them. Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-35432034525663684422015-02-03T12:01:51.100-05:002015-02-03T12:01:51.100-05:00I don't know of course but I think birth contr...I don't know of course but I think birth control has made children more precious since we only have a few now. back when women had 12 kids as a matter of course perhaps the death of a child was not so heart rending. ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-46625472418743127172015-02-02T08:58:19.481-05:002015-02-02T08:58:19.481-05:00Such a tender post. I like imagining you and Jessi...Such a tender post. I like imagining you and Jessie cuddled on the couch watching tv together. Jessie reminds me of my daughter.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-59832623205981984482015-02-02T08:39:54.711-05:002015-02-02T08:39:54.711-05:00Oh, that poor woman. Life is unfair sometimes.
At...Oh, that poor woman. Life is unfair sometimes.<br /><br />At least Ozzie lived a good, comfortable life with you all, and not trapped in some commercial chicken barn.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-39860588404178316712015-02-02T08:10:36.605-05:002015-02-02T08:10:36.605-05:00Tenderness. Thank you. I cannot tell you how often...Tenderness. Thank you. I cannot tell you how often I take a deep breath of gratitude that my daughter actually managed to become a strong adult and that we never had to go through losing her or watch her suffer or experience crime or trauma while she was growing up in our care. Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-3806914311241487542015-02-02T01:15:10.344-05:002015-02-02T01:15:10.344-05:00I am so sorry for you and your poor chicken. The ...I am so sorry for you and your poor chicken. The rhythmn of life and death and the death part is much harder. It must be nice to have so much nature all around you. It is an appealing and foreign concept to me coming from loving in a big city all my life. Partially I think I would be frightened but probably not if I grew up with it. You are my hero of chickens. Sweet Jo Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-9392979418150364922015-02-01T21:26:46.155-05:002015-02-01T21:26:46.155-05:00I'm sorry for all the loss and yes it is shock...I'm sorry for all the loss and yes it is shocking every time. GailAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-36440154199837482462015-02-01T21:14:47.110-05:002015-02-01T21:14:47.110-05:00LBags- Parallel lives. It happens. So tragic.
Th...LBags- Parallel lives. It happens. So tragic. <br /><br />That Hank- I've known for a few months she wasn't right. She didn't come and snatch treats out of our hands. And she wasn't sleeping in the henhouse. Damn it. She's buried in the pet cemetery. <br /><br />Heartinhand- Yes. Every death brings back all the deaths. Every time. <br />Peace, baby. <br /><br />Denise- In our hearts, our minds. Our very real bodies in one way or another. <br /><br />Jill- Yep. Damn.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-1764296213736241432015-02-01T20:04:16.198-05:002015-02-01T20:04:16.198-05:00Damn.Damn.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06671446238805535547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-77827877814402935832015-02-01T20:00:02.984-05:002015-02-01T20:00:02.984-05:00Oh, dear. And they are with us, those dead ones. Oh, dear. And they are with us, those dead ones. Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-89573689086557043262015-02-01T19:56:46.272-05:002015-02-01T19:56:46.272-05:00Mary Moon + Words = Love
I believe that when some...Mary Moon + Words = Love<br /><br />I believe that when someone dies, we mourn not just for them but for every person we have lost. Sometimes mourning can be so overwhelming for that very reason. <br /><br />I did a little mourning today for the lost souls of my life. May they all be at peace.Heartinhandhttp://www.heartinhand.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85680443817917751572015-02-01T19:44:09.797-05:002015-02-01T19:44:09.797-05:00Oh, I always liked Miss Ozzie.Oh, I always liked Miss Ozzie.That Hankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05514310999129694443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-2817300145008404742015-02-01T19:39:50.397-05:002015-02-01T19:39:50.397-05:00Oh my. I, too, watched Bill Maher, Mel Brooks, and...Oh my. I, too, watched Bill Maher, Mel Brooks, and Up in the Air. I, too, saw the obituary on Facebook. So tragic. The kind of thing you simply can't imagine, don't want to imagine. <br /><br />💛LBagshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03391092591694278977noreply@blogger.com