tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731159552335760887.post6818533940968712444..comments2008-07-05T09:21:56.535-04:00Comments on KILLER HOBBIES: The chickadees—and the angels—watch over themCryptomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03056893227727583896noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731159552335760887.post-41339121139781273072008-07-05T09:21:00.000-04:002008-07-05T09:21:00.000-04:00Just got back to LA from Boston--Camille, thanks f...Just got back to LA from Boston--Camille, thanks for sharing about your brother. I do cling to those symbols of hope--they help us go on. Sheila, that's what I do, too--project to "what might have been." Especially during times of stress, I find. Thanks for the hugs and chickadees, Linda! Terri, I'm glad for you that someone in your family bought your grandmother's house. I feel a bit odd that our old house is sitting there unused, like a shrine, but I feel that someday it will be a place of refuge for someone in the family. Maybe even for me! Betty, I totally understand keeping the condo, and glad that it helps you feel close to your mother's spirit. <BR/><BR/>Thanks, all, for the wonderful supportive words!Kathryn Lilleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701558750790059307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731159552335760887.post-79711200187074317692008-07-04T23:32:00.000-04:002008-07-04T23:32:00.000-04:00What a nice post, Kathryn. I can certainly unders...What a nice post, Kathryn. I can certainly understand wanting a place with connections to your past. <BR/><BR/>When my mother died I kept her Chicago condo and every time I walk in the door, it is like being hugged by her.Betty Hechtmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652848311122102223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731159552335760887.post-43895641480300263602008-07-04T18:23:00.000-04:002008-07-04T18:23:00.000-04:00Lovely, Kathryn. I feel this way about my grandmot...Lovely, Kathryn. I feel this way about my grandmother's house in upstate New York. Luckily one of my cousins was able to buy it for his family. <BR/><BR/>The real question is how it changes the parents. We can only imagine (if we're lucky).<BR/><BR/>Nice tribute to your sister.Terri Thayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953154767532970027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731159552335760887.post-20805632613886297182008-07-04T12:34:00.000-04:002008-07-04T12:34:00.000-04:00What a poignant post, Kathryn. Hugs--and chickade...What a poignant post, Kathryn. Hugs--and chickadees!<BR/>--LindaLinda O. Johnstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01512430135042480450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731159552335760887.post-42261054058418917442008-07-04T11:47:00.000-04:002008-07-04T11:47:00.000-04:00I think of that too, Sheila. Not only what would i...I think of that too, Sheila. Not only what would it have been like to have a brother, but how different my parents would have been if they hadn't lost him.Camille Minichinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04701150885595400018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731159552335760887.post-76348259886092621602008-07-04T09:15:00.000-04:002008-07-04T09:15:00.000-04:00What a wonderful post, and a great opportunity for...What a wonderful post, and a great opportunity for you to keep the past with you. <BR/><BR/>I spend a lot of time in cemeteries looking for ancestors, and I always feel I am honoring them, and the others of the community buried with them, by being there. I keep their memory alive.<BR/><BR/>My mother had a late miscarriage when I was in third grade. The child was a boy, and I've occasionally thought, he'd be twenty, thirty, forty by now. How would my life have been different with a younger brother?Sheila Connollyhttp://www.sheilaconnolly.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731159552335760887.post-75378043066764380802008-07-03T23:11:00.000-04:002008-07-03T23:11:00.000-04:00Very moving, Kathryn.I had a brother who died at ...Very moving, Kathryn.<BR/>I had a brother who died at 2 1/2 of pneumonia 4 years before I was born. It was a life changing event for my mother ... she talked about him every day.<BR/><BR/>It's nice to have symbols of hope also.Camille Minichinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04701150885595400018noreply@blogger.com