tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post42875827472486955..comments2024-03-26T05:15:39.663-07:00Comments on Equestrian Ink: ButterflyJami Davenporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05259390150273030284noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-91053075060377566362015-03-27T06:31:28.860-07:002015-03-27T06:31:28.860-07:00I have tried to write a comment several times and ...I have tried to write a comment several times and either didn't send it, or found it got lost in the air. It's a terrible feeling to know someone is suffering through this and to know there isn't anything I can do to help. If I lived closer, or was part of your real life I would try. I know you're doing the best you can, but I know it still hurts.<br /><br />I know when I've lost people I loved I found myself remembering every minute I spent with them, almost obsessively, not ever wanting to give up a second of our time together. It hurts, but I can't stop myself. I'm sure Andy is OK with where he's at. Maybe he just wants you to know that. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-50196503549584197722015-03-26T07:42:10.177-07:002015-03-26T07:42:10.177-07:00I am so happy that you are finding these gifts. I...I am so happy that you are finding these gifts. I believe in what you are saying. I believe that even though our loved ones are not physically here they still give us guidence and gifts everyday. We just have to be open enough to see or feel it. I think it comes to each of us in a different way. Your writing about your journey is a gift to each of us from Andy as well. Thank you.horsegeneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08614136458074519322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-4886155927164755442015-03-26T03:19:07.887-07:002015-03-26T03:19:07.887-07:00This is beautiful, Laura. This is beautiful, Laura. Stilllearninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16563077467348752977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-81616752579499958902015-03-25T18:43:07.338-07:002015-03-25T18:43:07.338-07:00I have become totally open to these sorts of thing...I have become totally open to these sorts of things and I love reading your posts like this, I hope you can understand what I mean by that..I am entirely sad for you, and yet as a reader and thinker, am loving the content that's emerging. <br /><br />Before my mom finally married her long distance love of 20 years and moved us across the country to be Californians, she and he would have these sorts of connected moments..like the time she mailed him homemade bread the same day that he had mailed her a hand carved bread board, without discussing any of it..among other stories. :) Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01344662726517478751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-1033936755964020442015-03-25T13:03:57.378-07:002015-03-25T13:03:57.378-07:00This entire post moves me to tears Laura, but I we...This entire post moves me to tears Laura, but I welcome the tears as they are so cleansing.<br /> <br />Frankly, <b>all</b> the writing that you've done here since losing Andy has been beautiful & romantic & reading it has brought me much needed solace. <br />I feel so gladdened that you are able to share your stories with us; sometimes I feel as though you are guiding me personally to a lesson that I need.<br /><br />I embrace everything that you've been saying - asking for signs, recognizing their appearance, analyzing & being grateful for them seems perfectly <b>reasonable & right</b> to me.<br /><br />But this one line especially is so evocative... So poignant... <br /><br /><i><b>"leaves fluttered down like kisses"</b></i><br /><br />Thank you so much Laura, you cannot know how much you help me with your words.<br />((hugs))Mrs Shoeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02636736944375337989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-61947915228847168932015-03-25T12:14:09.628-07:002015-03-25T12:14:09.628-07:00I've seen more butterflies since my grandmothe...I've seen more butterflies since my grandmother passed away in December of 2011, than ever before in my life. And, at some of the most random times (like taking the Christmas tree off the truck...granted, I live in Florida, but it almost flew into my face!).<br /><br />She always said she wanted to come back as a butterfly, and I can't help but believe that she's succeeded in doing that many times!Promisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12338935046262804307noreply@blogger.com