tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post6636106809497263136..comments2024-01-17T05:33:20.530-08:00Comments on Dan, in real time.: I Want to Hold Your HandUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-7415802235186956842010-10-09T04:28:05.404-07:002010-10-09T04:28:05.404-07:00When you meet the right person, I don't think ...When you meet the right person, I don't think you'll have to worry about whether there is a flood of tears, or you break down. The right person is going to understand and be glad that you feel comfortable enough to let yourself go. Try not to let the fear of tears keep you from expressing yourself.<br /><br />Regarding writing on your blog and how much to say, or whether to write at all. I've given it some thought too - especially as I don't blog anonymously. My path to blogging has been a little different, in that I first wrote about nature and that blog was quite widely read at that time - school teachers told me they had their students read the blog, etc.. Then Don died and I just felt like I couldn't just go on - with Don's death being like a side note. I started a different blog to write about what had happened to our lives and the path I've taken to try to go on. <br /><br />I've been told the same thing - that friends and family read my blog. I guess that, in a way, it's good that they do as it means I don't have to try to explain what I'm thinking or doing. I say it once and if anyone actually cares enough to read, they know where I'm at. <br /><br />Sometimes I think about quitting blogging, but I don't feel like it - at least, not yet. It's how I keep in touch with my friends who are scattered all over. My blog is different than yours though. I don't know if I could have written a blog that charted my thoughts on a day to day basis, almost like a ship's log. Mine is more like letters home. For several years, I blogged daily, but since blogging about my life, it's just occasional, and allows me to pick and choose what to write about, and what to leave out - sort of like telling you that I went to Paris and did this, but not that my wallet got stolen by a pickpocket -- although, in truth, I usually don't gloss over things. I'm past caring what anyone thinks, so I just write what I feel. <br /><br />Well, as soon as I post this comment, I'm packing up the computer and won't see it again for a couple of months as it will be stowed under the bed in my van. I hope to be on the road in a couple of hours. I'll have the iPad to keep in touch and continue blogging - I hope. Not sure how good the connections will be in different areas, but I'll try to continue to drop by to read as often as I can.bevhttp://magickcanoe.com/blog14noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-17955401499643385882010-10-08T22:57:38.303-07:002010-10-08T22:57:38.303-07:00argh! sometimes I have the hardest time with comm...argh! sometimes I have the hardest time with comments getting lost . . . just continuing the trend for the day I've had I suppose.<br /><br />Anyhow, I'll try again. Glee made me cry too. What is it with that show??<br /><br />I've hit a crossroads with my writing too - I thank you for your comment the other day =), but I don't know what to do with my blog either.<br /><br />I'm having a pretty 'down' evening. I just really want my husband back. As you say, sometimes the pain farther out is just deeper. <br /><br />You'll be in my heart (as always) in particular as the 19th approaches . . . <br /><br />~C~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-64488766923983851172010-10-08T22:19:42.211-07:002010-10-08T22:19:42.211-07:00A while ago I got "in trouble" for blogg...A while ago I got "in trouble" for blogging as openly as I did about things. I suppose some found it unprofessional, but hey, I'm not a superhuman & blogging has been a great outlet, although I also feel a certain sense of vulnerability. - You just never know who is reading & how they interpret what they read.<br /><br />Brent and I always held hands. He had huge hands. His hands saved me once from running into a car. - I was in New Zealand and didn't anticipate the traffic coming from "the other side." I stepped into the road & he pulled me back. Anyhoo. His daughter has his hands in some ways. Obviously they are not huge. :-) But when she tightly grabs my pinky, I can't help but think of her father's hands... <br /><br />There's something about holding a hand, about touching with a hand. Something very human, loving, protecting...Cadihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14517775140048055244noreply@blogger.com