tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post1457800280006862115..comments2023-04-17T07:56:57.717-04:00Comments on Naptime Confessional: Another one down . . .Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12212750107782259674noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-53825653471189923882010-03-03T20:55:03.987-05:002010-03-03T20:55:03.987-05:00Just wondering out loud-how did our culture in the...Just wondering out loud-how did our culture in the US get to the point where public grief wasn't okay. I wonder why the rest of us have to seek comfort for our own discomfort from the very ones who should be able to dissolve into madness and sadness and just be scooped up and delivered to bed and awoken with a cup of fresh OJ. Just thinking of you and C and E and hoping the madness abates just a touch during your vacation.Heather Lnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-27766222154533878422010-02-28T23:02:07.057-05:002010-02-28T23:02:07.057-05:00I remember our memorial service being so surreal. ...I remember our memorial service being so surreal. People came, people ate, a minister chosen by a friend said some words, I walked around like a zombie, receiving hugs from people. I knew it was something we had to do and you're right, it brought no closure. But now, when I look back, I'm glad we did that for her. You have a furneral to celebrate the life of a person, and somehow having all those people there, proved that she existed.<br />*hugs* I'd love to hear your story, when/if you are ready to sharemissing_onehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05657322353094120712noreply@blogger.com