tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734549.post2963454118777690650..comments2024-01-08T12:29:27.302-05:00Comments on Anybody Home: Well NowJudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065893613028995685noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734549.post-34895429776175894432009-10-04T22:23:10.337-04:002009-10-04T22:23:10.337-04:00a hug and a prayer...with all my love, Melissaa hug and a prayer...with all my love, MelissaMelissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03418200517338216765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734549.post-83954676745015100482009-09-28T17:59:08.659-04:002009-09-28T17:59:08.659-04:00I went to visit my sunday school teacher from when...I went to visit my sunday school teacher from when I was very young at the Alzheimer's facility. (need to go again soon)... she doesn't even know her own four daughters anymore...so sad. But when I found her bible and began reading some passages she had underlined from years before, she perked right up. She said the entire 23rd Psalm right along with me. Now how can that be? God Jacquelyn Stagerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04051731884653793193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734549.post-57635273033073294902009-09-23T11:22:34.302-04:002009-09-23T11:22:34.302-04:00I understand. I've been there and done that. ...I understand. I've been there and done that. My mom died this year. She had Alzheimer's too. I visited her every Tuesday and Friday. Every time I was there when the residents of the nursing home sang, I would tear up and be embarrassed. You will cry many more times, but they are healing tears.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734549.post-62509611586752693142009-09-23T10:02:10.018-04:002009-09-23T10:02:10.018-04:00Oh, Judy, I'm crying with you for your broken ...Oh, Judy, I'm crying with you for your broken heart, and yet laughing at your descriptions. I love that your dad was "there" in the back of the room.<br /><br />I don't cry well either.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09147413132595250490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734549.post-65899886173133444902009-09-23T08:59:53.653-04:002009-09-23T08:59:53.653-04:00hugs Judy. My friend you are one very special lady...hugs Judy. My friend you are one very special lady.<br />lylas<br />melAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734549.post-72758091890965684132009-09-23T07:13:03.789-04:002009-09-23T07:13:03.789-04:00Oh, darlin' girl...how I understand. Let me s...Oh, darlin' girl...how I understand. Let me see if I have a clean box of tissues in my stroller -- the basket under there holds an amazingly HUGE amount of stuff -- and here's a loooooong-reaching cyber hug. (((((((((((((((((HUG)))))))))))))))<br /><br />My mom's been gone 20 years, my dad for 3, and I'll still get sideswiped some days and dissolve in tears.<br /><br />It's MissKrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12726021829363492972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734549.post-70749953568217708162009-09-23T00:12:00.976-04:002009-09-23T00:12:00.976-04:00That's not embarrassing, that's letting yo...That's not embarrassing, that's letting your emotions catch up with your heart. <br />Your mom, whether she recognized you or not, sounds like a sweet, empathetic person. I'm glad you were able to escape to the bathroom and drive home safely. (hugs)<br /><br /><br />On a related but superficial note, probably not appropriate, I'm not a beautiful crier, either, but one Jammie J.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11149776661765532129noreply@blogger.com