tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937578189437367147.post5051533613820327924..comments2024-03-05T23:31:21.612-08:00Comments on A Writers Journey: This is a story of the loss of a great friend and it's ramifications upon my life.Micki Peluso is the author of "And the Whippoorwill Sang"http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286402859989726344noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937578189437367147.post-65859574051803513262012-03-26T19:11:17.539-07:002012-03-26T19:11:17.539-07:00Patricia,
Thanks for sharing. sometimes it's ...Patricia,<br /><br />Thanks for sharing. sometimes it's true that we can choose our friends but not our relatives. Priss was the sister I never had, the non-judgmental friend that loved me without conditions. I miss the dreams I use to have where she visited me and hugged me--I would awaken still feeling her arms around me. She was wisdom, she was strength. There has never been anyone to replace her. I know you feel the same way about your friend. In the past two weeks I've lost two long time internet friends who, like you said, were doing okay and then died suddenly.I hate death and pray that those that we lose seem to them to be only gone for a little while, even as we miss them for a lifetime.<br /><br />Thanks, MickiMicki Peluso is the author of "And the Whippoorwill Sang"https://www.blogger.com/profile/14286402859989726344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937578189437367147.post-3496618087490602212012-03-26T07:26:33.002-07:002012-03-26T07:26:33.002-07:00My Dear Micki,
How I feel your pain. I had a very ...My Dear Micki,<br />How I feel your pain. I had a very close and dear friend who walked with me through a very diffcult time in my young adulthood. She was there for me as I broke into the job world with no experience and she trained me. We had and still have a friendship that is eternal. I saw her kids play basketball,and graduate from college with honors. Two and a half weeks before she died, I talked with her and she said all was well. I told her I would call her back in a couple of weeks, but out of busyness, I put it off. The next phone call that I received from her son was that she had gone home into eternity. I hurt so much because I didn't know it was so bad. She said all was well and I thought she was getting better. She was a dear friend with a strong faith in God. Today, I know I will see her again and I believe that right now she is in heaven, rooting me on. <br />Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed it. <br />Ciao,<br />PatriciaPat Garciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04204650731843984192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937578189437367147.post-13337242402586087152012-03-25T20:59:07.468-07:002012-03-25T20:59:07.468-07:00Terry,
Thanks for your kind comment. That is an am...Terry,<br />Thanks for your kind comment. That is an amazing story about your mother-in-law and I would not be surprised if she somehow "masde it happen. I've seen too many supernatural things in my life to dougt the possibility.Micki Peluso is the author of "And the Whippoorwill Sang"https://www.blogger.com/profile/14286402859989726344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937578189437367147.post-56626871765663301262012-03-25T17:51:00.986-07:002012-03-25T17:51:00.986-07:00Although I don't know you, and didn't know...Although I don't know you, and didn't know your friend, your story touched me deeply. Int this short passage, I found laughter and tears, memories behind and dreams ahead. I love your garden arrangement, and wish I had had the courage to do something similar for my mother in law, who loved gardening and grew many of her own vegetables to save money. When she died, my husband and I ordered a "blanket of red roses" to cover her casket at her services. But the order was misplaced, and the roses never arrived, and I pictured her smiling her frugal "let's not go overboard" smile. She would have approved the garden arrangement, and so it might have arrived.Quilters' Quartershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09164862226942626710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937578189437367147.post-76223403375306864352012-03-24T20:39:14.035-07:002012-03-24T20:39:14.035-07:00Thanks, Diane, and you are so right. Priscilla and...Thanks, Diane, and you are so right. Priscilla and I laughed together for many years and I know she was laughing that night too. So glad you stopped by to visit.<br /><br />MickiMicki Peluso is the author of "And the Whippoorwill Sang"https://www.blogger.com/profile/14286402859989726344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937578189437367147.post-49396596812163623182012-03-24T17:41:48.566-07:002012-03-24T17:41:48.566-07:00Very touching post, Micki. Death is never easy and...Very touching post, Micki. Death is never easy and the emptiness is not quickly overcome. I pray you will find another friend not to take her place, but to fill some of the empty space her death has created. I love the unusual "floral" arrangement. It was probably worth the embarrassment just to give you freedom to laugh in the midst of your sorrow. Laughter is like medicine and can be very healing.Diane Stephensonhttp://diane-stephenson.comnoreply@blogger.com