tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post5123058438456400531..comments2023-11-01T11:17:40.377-04:00Comments on True Stories, Honest Lies: Birthdays, love and gratitudeLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06434407684834155358noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-19685868047633233852016-10-28T11:51:55.693-04:002016-10-28T11:51:55.693-04:00Oh, I love this. Thank you.
You articulate so well...Oh, I love this. Thank you.<br />You articulate so well the necessity of those honest lies. And I am so glad you have your sister. You're right, we can only be shattered so many times. I'm glad you made it through.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06434407684834155358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-20234636869050688522016-10-28T11:50:20.269-04:002016-10-28T11:50:20.269-04:00I love this. It's not trite in the least, it&#...I love this. It's not trite in the least, it's a tribute to you and to who you helped your kids to be and to who they are in the world. <br />Thank you.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06434407684834155358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-42395345382189149322016-10-28T11:48:55.620-04:002016-10-28T11:48:55.620-04:00I am grateful that I genuinely miss my father. Tha...I am grateful that I genuinely miss my father. That grief allowed me to remember people now gone as their best selves. Those are honest lies, and comforting. That doesn't negate or justify the unacceptable. It just makes those things irrelevant. So, I'm grateful for times that memory creates stories I can live with. Most of the time, I can.<br /><br />What leaves me breathlessly grateful? I have a younger sister I adore. We've leaned on each other supported each other through every type of hell. We still do. <br /><br />We were both young when our parents died, we both struggled with other losses, and we kept each other sane -- or at least our quirky version of what that word means. <br /><br />Then, she was diagnosed with two types of cancer, both at stage 4. One was likely treatable, the other was supposed to go into remission for 3-5 years. <br /><br />You can take all sorts of loss, but only so many shatters. After every shatter, you have to glue the pieces back together -- again. You know that "normal" will never mean the same thing --- again. <br /><br />My sister has now been in remission so long that we're pretty sure she's effectively cured. She has a new love, a new career, but I'm not sure that I didn't get the bigger reprieve. The thought of losing her was one shatter too many. And, yes, I am breathlessly grateful.<br />Sharonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-14147348605315043152016-10-28T09:20:44.920-04:002016-10-28T09:20:44.920-04:00My children. No matter what, they are my light. I...My children. No matter what, they are my light. I know that sounds trite but it's true. Because of them I have overcome so many hardships, they gave me the strength to go on when I thought I couldn't. They fill my heart with joy. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com