tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430862611386645227.post3153811155017415979..comments2023-10-31T06:08:16.916-04:00Comments on Stepping Stones: a path to healing after the loss of a child: Remembering the LoveUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430862611386645227.post-39156167035683492502009-02-11T00:25:00.000-05:002009-02-11T00:25:00.000-05:00I can completely relate and understand your post r...I can completely relate and understand your post reagrding love all around. My family is always there when i need them, my neighbors have been providing us meals 3 days a week, my friends have been supporting us by making positive gestures and making donations and contributions to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society in remebrance and memory of my baby girl Savana.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430862611386645227.post-62929585636337231922009-02-09T22:16:00.000-05:002009-02-09T22:16:00.000-05:00Thanks for mentioning my blog in your post. It's g...Thanks for mentioning my blog in your post. It's great to see the responses to it. <BR/><BR/>There's a song I recently downloaded from iTunes entitled "Love Is All We Have". It's a haunting song about hurricane Katrina ravishing New Orleans. <BR/><BR/>I turn to it for comfort because the song reminds me that whatever is thrown my way, love is what keeps me moving forward. And sometimes that love does not become apparent until we’re cleaning up in the aftermath of a “storm”.<BR/><BR/>Peace and my love to all.Zilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01180433520855763797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430862611386645227.post-87961730669118684052009-02-09T17:17:00.000-05:002009-02-09T17:17:00.000-05:00Emily, thank you so much for sending out this arti...Emily, thank you so much for sending out this article. One of the first things I learned on this path as a bereaved mum was that I had to move from being defined by grief back to being defined by love in order to re-learn to live again after Kota's death.<BR/><BR/>Moving back toward the definitions of love meant I could embrace my fullness as a Different Kind of Parent. I took a Hero's Journey and became a Looove Hero... in my trials and tribulation on my path, I met the Grief Monster. Rather than fight him, I invited him to tea. He was so shocked to be invited to tea -- no one had ever shown him such kindness.<BR/><BR/>In our tea discussion, I discovered that he came right at the moment of trauma to help numb me so I wouldn't crack up. He came as a helper first. He just didn't realize that after a while I needed help in a different way. <BR/><BR/>So our tea summit resulted in a truce. We agreed to live together, but he doesn't come lashing out without notice. He waits till I tell him I need him. He gives me all the space I need for BEing LOOOVE so that my parenthood can be defined by the love I have for Kota instead of just defined by the ache of Grief Monster.<BR/><BR/>Anyway... Just thought to share that with you...<BR/>xox and miracles to you!<BR/>k-Kara Chipoletti Jones of GriefAndCreativity dot comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04110578035201758404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430862611386645227.post-90460818446920289582009-02-09T16:54:00.001-05:002009-02-09T16:54:00.001-05:00ironically, my word verification for the post abov...ironically, my word verification for the post above was "graph" which was funny because you said to measure the love.Terhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08427090425449970893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430862611386645227.post-91385427783841345552009-02-09T16:54:00.000-05:002009-02-09T16:54:00.000-05:00I've had a rotten day so far.Can't see the love fo...I've had a rotten day so far.<BR/><BR/>Can't see the love for tears blinding me.Terhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08427090425449970893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430862611386645227.post-69087634589224528802009-02-09T13:47:00.000-05:002009-02-09T13:47:00.000-05:00Emily, I needed this post today! thank you. I have...Emily, I needed this post today! thank you. I have been in an angry stage of grief for a bit and your post (well I got the news letter) has opened my eye to something. THANK YOU!!!<BR/>EmaleeEmaleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01064444532340246009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430862611386645227.post-5747037000983648072009-02-09T13:21:00.000-05:002009-02-09T13:21:00.000-05:00Oh, you had a Gabriel too! I'd say exciting, but, ...Oh, you had a Gabriel too! I'd say exciting, but, well, you know. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for your comment. So sorry you are here.Mrs. Spithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03386820063407910064noreply@blogger.com