tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13489654.post2103340160910132891..comments2023-12-21T04:02:34.164-06:00Comments on inside space: Father's Daysmiriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06107671021769120700noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13489654.post-18231215898981734362007-07-29T21:10:00.000-05:002007-07-29T21:10:00.000-05:00i still have these weird papers of my dads', techn...i still have these weird papers of my dads', technical papers, so far as i can tell, but they have his handwriting. i ran into them today, sorting out my office. and i will hold on to them for so long. amazing how little we need to be reminded, as you say "there is still a lot to lose". thanks for the comments, sweetie!miriamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06107671021769120700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13489654.post-60361413356640204012007-07-29T11:29:00.000-05:002007-07-29T11:29:00.000-05:00soooo achingly bittersweet... i just read a short ...soooo achingly bittersweet... i just read a short story by louise erdrich that brought home that sense of impermanence and how short life is and how random... called "naked woman playing chopin." <BR/><BR/>"this can and will come at any time." yes. feelings wash over... waves in the sea, but they do toss us. <BR/><BR/>there is a sadness inside me as i read this and when i stop to listen to it (birdfarmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08375896388806726010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13489654.post-65932950546641673022007-06-19T12:13:00.000-05:002007-06-19T12:13:00.000-05:00*gentle hugs**gentle hugs*Stephanie (dancingwaves)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15406712025570892692noreply@blogger.com