tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post8215422339309603643..comments2023-10-01T02:49:46.687-07:00Comments on She's Come Undone...: Saying Good-Byemargarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494588299838654564noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-25537529960247226892010-01-05T14:37:13.907-08:002010-01-05T14:37:13.907-08:00this brings me back to Leila's memorial servic...this brings me back to Leila's memorial service. it's amazing that we've lived through this, isn't it? it's just so wrong. every bit of it. i'm so sorry that your family didn't come. that angers even me! <br />i had no idea that people could take their babies home with them. i hated leaving Leila at the hospital. true hell. all of this. <br />xo<br />christyLeila's mommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13220692586558542268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-22437614729796763812009-12-07T20:12:30.686-08:002009-12-07T20:12:30.686-08:00I am sorry for the delay, I just found your blog. ...I am sorry for the delay, I just found your blog. Thinking of you, calvin and the rest of your family. Although all of our stories are so different, as I read each one, it's like wow, I felt that way too.....<br />Love to you!<br />BrandyForeverElliot'sMommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06415623315190480978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-13724802439788468892009-12-05T04:41:01.511-08:002009-12-05T04:41:01.511-08:00Margaret, thank you so much for your kind comment ...Margaret, thank you so much for your kind comment on my blog recently. I see that you just passed Calvin's one year anniversary. It's so weird to look back on those memories from a year ago, but your love for your son shines through in every word you've written. Hugs to you.Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03425243574893835625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-7169987838947580042009-12-05T01:56:29.519-08:002009-12-05T01:56:29.519-08:00Margaret, I am sorry for the sad memories you'...Margaret, I am sorry for the sad memories you're reliving this time of year. I will light a candle for your Calvin tonight. Sending a big hug...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-26789408311180199192009-11-30T14:42:20.273-08:002009-11-30T14:42:20.273-08:00What a breath taking post. I wish that we'd b...What a breath taking post. I wish that we'd been able to drive our children back home. Unfortunately, hospitals here only release bodies to funeral home personnel. We were lucky to have someone who let us spend time with them before their cremations, and who even let Peter take the children down and stay with them.Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17681333723382119281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-42326756494815976242009-11-30T10:43:00.536-08:002009-11-30T10:43:00.536-08:00I remember the percocet and the tears and the refr...I remember the percocet and the tears and the refreshments that I didn't want, that I don't remember who made anyway and I doubt I could tell you everyone there.<br /> I can understand so much of what is written here.<br /><br />Much love to you Margaret...xoxoLindsayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02732100851347489982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-17152756078742577882009-11-30T10:17:34.067-08:002009-11-30T10:17:34.067-08:00Oh Margaret how I wish you didn't have these m...Oh Margaret how I wish you didn't have these memories.<br /><br />We buried our son ourselves in a wood nearby. Ray dug his son's grave. I lowered his tiny biodegradable cardboard coffin (I couldn't face the thought of a "real" coffin) and threw some dirt. It was physical. It was unreal.<br /><br />I wish it wasn't so.<br /><br />xxx<br /><br />ps, I am so sorry for the delay but your page is in the post. Finally.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01484695553612265127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-1402750401961538772009-11-30T10:03:27.225-08:002009-11-30T10:03:27.225-08:00I am so sorry...I, too, can identify with most of ...I am so sorry...I, too, can identify with most of the emotions you felt with your sweet Calvin. I was so swollen because of all the fluids the hospital pumped into me for my c-section that I was miserable. My sweet husband had to buy black velvet houseshoes to wear at Rebekah's funeral. I remember people hugging me so hard, and me wincing in pain because I was still sore after surgery. It was so hard to be in emotional, physical and even spiritual pain....I'll be thinking of you today...Gottjoy!https://www.blogger.com/profile/16122254540480281334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-61628903994766486172009-11-30T09:00:30.626-08:002009-11-30T09:00:30.626-08:00I remember every moment of the boys funerals, ever...I remember every moment of the boys funerals, every emotion even thought I was very numb. I just went through the motions. Like you, other then my brother and sister-in-law (who didn't even bring my two nieces, heck they never even told them - still haven't), none of my family came. None of my family called, e-mailed, sent cards, nothing. They know, they all know. But none of them have reached out. I can relate to that feeling of being alone. <br /><br />You are in my thoughts, I am sorry you are relieving all of this but maybe getting everything out is what is helping you see that light through the clouds. Maybe getting out the emotions, anger, fear, sadness is what is helping you see everything you did have with Calvin. I know its hard to see the positive when you are in the throws of grief.<br /><br />xoKristyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15134970929000997104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-65528979947766794172009-11-30T06:22:06.782-08:002009-11-30T06:22:06.782-08:00Detached and hollow...... I remember.
Feeling for...Detached and hollow...... I remember.<br /><br />Feeling for you, Margaret and remembering beautiful Calvin with you.<br /><br />xoLeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05569964047627902570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-68430517547881992642009-11-30T05:54:56.994-08:002009-11-30T05:54:56.994-08:00Oh Margaret,
{{{hugs}}}Oh Margaret, <br />{{{hugs}}}Eva's Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05362024512350527593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-25780452722626150072009-11-30T00:23:02.182-08:002009-11-30T00:23:02.182-08:00Sad with you, Margaret, and so sorry no one from y...Sad with you, Margaret, and so sorry no one from your family was at the funeral for Calvin. It's surreal to be at your child's funeral, isn't it? I also felt detached; George's funeral seemed so much as though it was a dream, a nightmare really, and I felt like a spectator. I'm sorry that you had the emotional pain as well as physical issues on your son's funeral day. Big (((hugs)))Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01771397595613026711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-11514979368457716752009-11-29T21:16:14.682-08:002009-11-29T21:16:14.682-08:00Oh Margaret, I wish I could give you a hug. I am s...Oh Margaret, I wish I could give you a hug. I am so sorry. I am glad for you that the anguish has been replaced with that whisper of sadness. <br /><br />I remember being under so much pressure and pain at Jenna's funeral that I could not mentally make any decisions. I am thankful for the people who made it happen. I was numb, so numb. I am sad for all of us who have to carry memories like this. You're right, it is so lonely and empty to attend your child's funeral. <br /><br />Huge hugs!Franchescahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08362049658761399255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-79246015798025294682009-11-29T19:05:01.931-08:002009-11-29T19:05:01.931-08:00This brough back memories of Akul's services a...This brough back memories of Akul's services and my own numbness through it all ... people kept telling me that there was no need to talk at teh funeral services and I do not know what I was saying... like it always happens to me when I read these blogs .. Calvin and Akul became one and so did their moms and I felt all your pain. HugssssssAkul's mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02731802741502891348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342989442322137175.post-16222550003572413242009-11-29T18:17:03.923-08:002009-11-29T18:17:03.923-08:00Ah, yes. The little coffins. I've seen two of ...Ah, yes. The little coffins. I've seen two of them - my brother, and my daughter. I can't imagine what must go through a person's head as they make those coffins...you know? Those are the size that ought never to be occupied. That size box ought to be a box for toys... <br /><br />I didn't get to see Josie's coffin buried either, which was unusual for me because in England, the lowering of the coffin and throwing the dirt in is part of the ceremony. Here, I guess it's considered too upsetting. Personally I would have preferred to see her buried, actually. But I also had taken percocet because of my cesarean, and wasn't really in a position to speak out for myself at that stage.<br /><br />Anyhow, *HUGE hugs* mama. I'm right there with you. XXXAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14348803725518461853noreply@blogger.com