tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995713215352838259.post2546946836034825356..comments2012-05-16T21:48:43.568-05:00Comments on Sinco Searching: MorningLucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065667115355861591noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995713215352838259.post-586427573442301202010-07-27T23:29:21.750-05:002010-07-27T23:29:21.750-05:00Ahh...the splendor of it all! How we mourn says a...Ahh...the splendor of it all! How we mourn says a lot about our character and inner self. Those who refuse to grieve and live through the sadness of loss - have missed some of life's greatest blessings. I started mourning for Grammy the first time I went to visit her alone and the grand lady I had known for more than three decades was not there. I pray that when my time comes, there will be no lingering.<br /><br />Thank you for being a compassionate friend to those who are fortunate enough to touch your beautiful life.<br /><br />You will always be my sweet cinda lou!ddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15091338984108758207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995713215352838259.post-69801115298500774092010-07-26T11:24:21.304-05:002010-07-26T11:24:21.304-05:00Thinking of you as you go down this path of mourni...Thinking of you as you go down this path of mourning, it is a process and I'm not sure it is ever truly finished it just takes on different colors and textures. My mom died August 19, 2003. I hadn't really been consciously thinking about it but then the other morning I woke up missing her and remembered why I was missing her and the color and was a shade a beautiful shade of purple and the texture was silk.Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08196751758173869179noreply@blogger.com