tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855670872731483444.post4655971223020693925..comments2023-11-02T04:15:18.299-07:00Comments on Moor Dreaming: fillumJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13601154555210668680noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855670872731483444.post-13670426180832921402013-04-13T16:37:54.461-07:002013-04-13T16:37:54.461-07:00PS My dad calls them 'fillums' too :DPS My dad calls them 'fillums' too :D The Webbers living a life at the beachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14428953268605707094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855670872731483444.post-4920717080509461182013-04-13T16:35:09.690-07:002013-04-13T16:35:09.690-07:00(resubmitted due to some typos)
It doesn't mat...(resubmitted due to some typos)<br />It doesn't matter what other people think or want, it's about what you want, if you even if you don't know what that is right now, you're on a new path and there's no map, ya just got to keep going, somehow. When our friends lost their 3 yr old daughter I was staggered at how many people said 'Ah well, it's probably for the best!' WTF how can a 3 yr old's death be for the best? Yeah she had major problems and health issues, but did that make her any less deserving of a longer life! What exactly do they mean by that, better for her (perhaps it was a thankful release from her suffering) but I don't think they meant that, half the time they mean better for them, better for them so they don't have to think about her, don't have to ask questions they're not going to like the answer too, better so they don't have to face the sometimes ugliness of life that eats into their comfy little lives. Seeing her little body in the morgue that day on an adult sized bed I wanted to hit someone, tell them she looked lost lying there, why didn't they have smaller place for children? I remember hearing this noise through all the pain I was feeling, apparently it was me making that noise, some kind of gutteral animal noise that seemed to come from my very soul. I've never felt such despair and she wasn't my daughter. I don't know why I'm telling you this other than at the time her parents thought they would never get through it, I didn't know how I would get through it. That was over 15 years ago and there are still days that I want to howl like on that day. You don't get over it really, how can you, it happened and the memory of it won't ever go away. But I can tell you that you learn to live with it, the pain does get less as time goes by. But it's always there, she will always be in my thoughts, my heart. I've got on with life, we have to, the alternative is death and like you said 'We all die in the end' It's the one certainty in life isn't it. Only you have the power to allow yourself to move on, no-one else can do that for you. I do hope that you have someone to lean on because I don't believe that we are alone. Feck I rambled didn't I! ♥The Webbers living a life at the beachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14428953268605707094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855670872731483444.post-52120396824880580062013-04-13T16:31:52.153-07:002013-04-13T16:31:52.153-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.The Webbers living a life at the beachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14428953268605707094noreply@blogger.com