tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22661656.post114075303012785536..comments2023-05-31T07:53:57.528-04:00Comments on Write Here, Write Now: Never can say goodbye @DaisyCAbreuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253877170785328749noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22661656.post-1141555480456336362006-03-05T05:44:00.000-05:002006-03-05T05:44:00.000-05:00Oh geez. Finally got here after much confusion ove...Oh geez. Finally got here after much confusion over blog - blogies? if that's even a word. Wondering why people want to blog and if I would ever consider such a thing. Then I read this one. Now I know. So beautifully written, that I'm sure your Pop would be proud. And ... la's comments to top it off. How wondrous to have had the same dream. How lovely to have had your Pop in your life. I would have liked to meet him. Thanks for writing this!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22661656.post-1140843141116526412006-02-24T23:52:00.000-05:002006-02-24T23:52:00.000-05:00Ok...so your Night Owl sister (birds of a feather)...Ok...so your Night Owl sister (birds of a feather) is sitting here crying. Why because my friend Barbara who lost her Mom last year sent me an e-mail telling me about how it would have been her parents 47th anniversary & so I replied..."As for Pipo, I'm sure it was hard on him, every birthday, every anniversary, every "special" day will be hard on him, so will the not so special days, as it will be for you & Tommy. Sometimes I find myself crying for no specific reason. I wish I could tell you it gets easier, but it doesn't. However, I try to focus on all the things that made them special & all the good times & the laughter that they brought us. I talk to him all the time & whenever I dream of him, and it's often, I see him young & healthy & laughing. Only once did I dream of him where he was in his pajamas & sick & the weird thing was that Chris called me & started telling me about the dream she had & I finished it for her, we had the same dream on the same night. WEIRD!!! The dream that brought me peace was a dream I had about a month after he passed away, he was about in his 40's, chubby, hair not as gray. Had on a gray sweater & black slacks, big smile on his face & walking into my grandmother's house in Cuba, his friend Guapachichi (remember him?) had his hand on his shoulder & inside the house waiting for him were my grandmother (his Mom) and my Uncle Quecho (his brother)...I knew then he was fine & he was "Home". Then I came to terms with it...although I already was. This brought me peace. I am sure Mimi is FANTASTIC looking all fabulous drinking a Corona with him & laughing...they are no longer sick & suffering. We are the ones left behind, missing them but having GREAT memories & the wonderful legacy (our children) to carry on & pull us through."<BR/><BR/>So, I was weepy & now I'm crying...I should start my own damned blog. It's very therapeudic, if only I knew how.<BR/>Love you!<BR/>IaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com