tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post1397705748562737299..comments2023-07-06T08:35:12.595-07:00Comments on doobleh-vay: Couldn't be much more from the heartamy turn sharp http://www.blogger.com/profile/02464390111666094856noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-69430266867212584692008-08-23T06:45:00.000-07:002008-08-23T06:45:00.000-07:00It's good that you can now share your grief with F...It's good that you can now share your grief with Finn, and that you have someone who can visit Josh with you. I'm sorry.Patois42https://www.blogger.com/profile/07764936858778730692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-65971161065918748702008-08-19T20:14:00.000-07:002008-08-19T20:14:00.000-07:00Thanks for sharing. I'm a little teary reading it...Thanks for sharing. I'm a little teary reading it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00894597819646192048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-1091356716837220872008-08-19T15:34:00.000-07:002008-08-19T15:34:00.000-07:00How sad. But from the experiences of others, who ...How sad. But from the experiences of others, who remember a friend from twenty years ago, it sounds like memories don't fade easily.Neilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05191467009055093356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-53548134764664451632008-08-19T11:59:00.000-07:002008-08-19T11:59:00.000-07:00<3 hang in there. lots & lots of love.<3 hang in there. lots & lots of love.robin ann mcintoshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02044109073424903154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-84079251404277627392008-08-19T09:17:00.000-07:002008-08-19T09:17:00.000-07:00I understand this post so well because I share a s...I understand this post so well because I share a similar story. It's been 20 years since Mike died and I think about him so often!Diane Mandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00059365308496711788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-38143506930576449612008-08-19T08:50:00.000-07:002008-08-19T08:50:00.000-07:00My brother shares your love and sadness for Josh.....My brother shares your love and sadness for Josh...he still can't talk about it. I remember when he and Karwan got arrested in high school for drinking....my dad picked them both up and took care of them...not a word to my mother or Josh's...he was part of our family. I love ya!avestahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03275669175819312782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-39320821239202217782008-08-19T06:43:00.000-07:002008-08-19T06:43:00.000-07:00Oh, this is so sad to read. My heart aches becaus...Oh, this is so sad to read. My heart aches because I know that innocent love you shared sometimes can feel the strongest and most untarnished of all. I can't imagine going through that type of loss now or then.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-71903892237316118522008-08-19T03:38:00.000-07:002008-08-19T03:38:00.000-07:00I too had a good friend die in a motorcycle accide...I too had a good friend die in a motorcycle accident my second year in college. Each fall I remember the phone call and I think about him. In my mind he is forever young and carefree. Now that my son is 13 and has this invincibleness about himself, I think about Bob a bit more often.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-3332528634634882272008-08-18T19:51:00.000-07:002008-08-18T19:51:00.000-07:00Man... that happened to the kid next door when I w...Man... that happened to the kid next door when I was in HS.<BR/>Rocked my world to see him alive one hour... and then... <BR/>Sorry,<BR/>HUGS.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-51914659635497030532008-08-18T17:39:00.000-07:002008-08-18T17:39:00.000-07:00Oh Amy. I'm so sorry. I wonder what is harder. To ...Oh Amy. I'm so sorry. I wonder what is harder. To lose someone when you are young or when you are older. When you are young, you allow yourself to feel all of that pain all at once. You run headlong into it and let it consume you. And when you are older you try to break it down into little pills you can swallow one at a time - thinking it it will be more manageable. But those little pills burn as much as the big ones when you don't have anything to wash them down... Sorry for the bad poetic imagery. It's not my strong suit - but I've have a dose of both kinds of death in my past and a few glasses of wine tonight.<BR/><BR/>I'll be thinking about you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-81346887570991525402008-08-18T16:42:00.000-07:002008-08-18T16:42:00.000-07:00*sigh*I have a similar story of an old friend. I s...*sigh*<BR/><BR/>I have a similar story of an old friend. I sometimes can't believe it's been 20 years (this summer!), and other times it seems as though I just had a Coors Light with him yesterday. Someday I'll blog about him.<BR/><BR/>(((hugs)))I can't find my bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02613321200230079978noreply@blogger.com