tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post6233332207918943109..comments2024-01-17T05:33:20.530-08:00Comments on Dan, in real time.: Bubble WrapUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-74741191802274451572009-12-23T19:33:07.555-08:002009-12-23T19:33:07.555-08:00Isn't it wonderful the each time a sound or sc...Isn't it wonderful the each time a sound or scent evokes something other than sadness for us? There will plenty more that trigger sadness, but I am so glad you were able to hear joy in the bursting of bubbles this time around.Split-Second Single Fatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00192370092337202063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-79604031168770247642009-12-23T11:30:17.960-08:002009-12-23T11:30:17.960-08:00Your images of the fragility that lie within us we...Your images of the fragility that lie within us were very touching to me. I imagined that you were the bubble wrap protecting Michael and supporting him through his illness. It is a very fitting and fun tribute to be able to pop some bubbles. I am grateful for whatever small doses of lightness come my way during this week. I think Michael would very much approve. And I am so glad that joy in remembering came out instead of sorrow when you heard the sound of the bubbles popping.Widow in the Middlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01598249263166943162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-16611899729628638262009-12-23T08:27:36.879-08:002009-12-23T08:27:36.879-08:00Dan, I just had great fun with the bubble wrap, I ...Dan, I just had great fun with the bubble wrap, I put it on "manic mode" and popped every bubble for you and for Michael... I hope you couldn't hear it ;-) The girls who sit near me asked what the noise was and I said, "what noise?" - wicked, I know!<br /><br />It gave me joy to hear that you laughed about it. Those little things that could bring us sorrow, but inexplicably bring us joy!<br /><br />Love to you, my friend<br />xxBoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10695496303699631884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-53934715289077456512009-12-23T05:49:00.529-08:002009-12-23T05:49:00.529-08:00i am so glad you can now laugh at the sound of bub...i am so glad you can now laugh at the sound of bubble wrap. i absolutely love bubble wrap and introduced my two children to the eccentric joy of the choice: do we pop them one at a time like in a "row, row, row your boat" type of round or do we just go crazy and fill the air with wild popping sounds. to this day i've had complaints from my son's girlfriends and my daughter's new husband has learned to just sigh and go with the flow. bubble wrap is magic.<br /><br />i'd like to say that i'm sorry Michael became so fragile and you had to go through that type of death with him. my mother died of cancer when i was 20. it was fast in comparison to most cancers. i quit college and gave up my apartment to live with her at hospital so she wasn't alone. got my mail there. 6 months of watching her become more and more afraid. all the long talks that usually started at 1 in the morning and would last all night long. she could nap during the day. i could only attempt sleep. i changed her colostomy bag for her. ran out to buy pretty caps to hide her lost hair. held her while she cried over the fact that my dad only came twice a month to see her. and we talked about death. i walked from hospital to the public library for books on faith, heaven, dogma. you name it, i read it to her. and i secretly snuck out and talked to the nurses who knew more about death and those moments before than, i felt, most men of the cloth knew.<br /><br />it is a memory burned into my brain. those days and nights. those talks. her eyes. after mom i had to do it twice more. my father and my stepmother.<br /><br />my Dragon died suddenly, fast, and what seemed like violently. between these two types of death, well, i just don't know. but i understand your words in the paragraph where you speak to Michael's cancer. and i think i might can glimpse what you did not write. it's just, i don't know if it's even close, but i understand a small part of this kind of pain but only from being the sole person standing with my mother, then watching my father and his new wife. not the same as a spouse. but i am on speaking terms with cancer. <br /><br />you are in my heart, my thoughts, and my prayers.abandonedsoulshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.com