tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745323814621590854.post181788900127973640..comments2023-05-02T09:10:56.745-05:00Comments on Under the Acacia Tree: Moms: his and mineM and Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557944772547796979noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745323814621590854.post-34763940528461718492009-05-20T14:02:41.535-05:002009-05-20T14:02:41.535-05:00My dear, grief is not self-pity--and you were grie...My dear, grief is not self-pity--and you were grieving, not indulging. That paradox of joy and loss, the bittersweet recognition of life moving onward even as lives are lost... it doesn't get more powerful. I think all you can do is let it be, and before you know it, the day to day of childcare reasserts itself, and thoughts turn from mortality to diapers... mlwAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745323814621590854.post-42781810531744956572009-05-12T12:59:00.000-05:002009-05-12T12:59:00.000-05:00I am right there with you. And now you have me cr...I am right there with you. And now you have me crying again :) <br /><br />Squeeze that little blueberry, what a sweet boy.foreverisamomenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02899206401281046483noreply@blogger.com