tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20204381.post7665056653245139514..comments2023-10-25T05:58:13.853-04:00Comments on Funny Girl's Memoirs: NovemberDeeMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09535922017962913995noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20204381.post-20446866333064219632013-11-20T14:47:54.506-05:002013-11-20T14:47:54.506-05:00Thanks for your thoughts, Gina! I think it gets ...Thanks for your thoughts, Gina! I think it gets a little easier every day. I did write my mom's eulogy and I decided to leave out anything to do with how she died. I never even mentioned it -- it wasn't who she was and I wouldn't let her death define her LIFE. Most people who attended her services never even knew Mom was 'sick' .. so I didn't dare spill the beans that Mom never wanted to spill while she was here. DeeMariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09535922017962913995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20204381.post-82606259350779469852013-11-20T11:56:48.307-05:002013-11-20T11:56:48.307-05:00We drive ourselves crazy once we have learned that...We drive ourselves crazy once we have learned that our loved ones are sick and quite possibly, their illnesses could have been either prevented or detected early. I know it must bang away at your mind and beat endlessly at your broken heart but try not to dwell on the "what ifs" my dear Dawn. Hell, I know it's easier said then done, and who am I to tell you how to cope or deal with the pain. But even though I haven't lost my own mother yet due to a disease which could have been both prevented and detected earlier (especially if more awareness was brought about concerning alcoholism and liver disease), I know what it feels like to have been damn near close. There was once a time when I even started thinking about her eulogy and what I would say to make others understand that my mom's mistakes didn't define her kindness and loveliness as a person.<br />We go through periods in our life, especially after such a traumatic and irreplaceable loss, which we can't help but to let our minds and hearts venture back to the past. This is why pictures are so important. I've always kept countless albums and photos categorized by time and lost moments. Sometimes, people don't understand why people like us keep them. But that's just it; it's not something that everyone in this world appreciates. I love a good photo! And not just on Facebook. I mean the real deal. Scattered in front of us; like boundless bundles of joy, admiration and funny moments. Pieces of ourselves painted so we can always remember the beauty and legacies that those who have left us behind have lived and shared.<br />And always know that you have an ear and heart right over here to catch your tears and listen to your woes. God bless you always my friend! And Mom too! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.com