Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Quick Update, All I Can Handle

The burial was today.

I also discovered some really gorgeous flowers that came for my mother and I. Thank you, Tony. You'd be amazed how the simple act of opening a box of flowers or basket or whatever can provide a few moments of distraction and even a smile and those precious moments are to be cherished.

Thank you, Tony.

I'm not dealing well. I have a lot of people to thank for their words and I want to write about it but I just can't handle it yet.

So please know that I deeply appreciate every kind word, every thought, every prayer and every bit of reaching out that is coming my way. I'm doing the best I can but I don't know if it's good enough.

after-edit. A few people have been asking friends for my address to send cards and my friends have been asking me if it's alright. I appreciate them being there to do that for me but it's alright.

66 Read Rd
Red Hook NY 12571

Thanks, guys

1. Many more thoughts and much love your direction. No one expects or needs anything from you right now; do whatever you can and you must to start healing and know we are all here for you.

    on  01/27  at  05:21 PM

2. hang in there love, i’ll repeat the above, we are ALL here for you and YOU take as long as you need. im not going anywhere. xo

   Corinna  on  01/27  at  07:20 PM

3. WK,

   Do what you can, when you can.  Don’t worry about us.  We’ll be here if/when you need us. 

   And if anyone quits being a friend because you didn’t say thanks for their condolences, screw ‘em. 

   On a side note, the correct answer to your anti-spambot quiz doesn’t allow one to post.

   monogodo  on  01/27  at  08:55 PM

4. I always have imagined you surrounded in autumn colors with sparkle and joy in your eyes chatting with your closest and dearest. I imagine a water way nearby where you stroll and accept the gifts of the world around you. I picture you as an apple cider, hot tea or hot chocolate sort of comfort. Warm fuzzy slippers, blazing fireplace, good books stacked around you. Books with the worn down covers because they had been read so many times the words are etchings in your mind. The warmth that I imagine you having is expressed in the words you write, the intelligence with which you speak, your craving requirement to devour information.

   After having read your posts in regards to your family’s recent and tragic loss, I understand more than ever where I’ve gotten that impression.

   In honor of the bond I’ve experienced with you, I have sent you something that will last for years to come. I hope whenever you look upon it, you will not do so with sadness, loss, and regrets, but with the spirit of hope is is given to you. I wish you nothing but the warmth and comfort you’ve offered to me every time I’ve required it.

   Mare Martell Stotler  on  01/30  at  10:04 PM
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