tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21392369.post3809682172161936768..comments2023-03-16T09:06:01.313-05:00Comments on Languishing: Nearly twenty-three years ago, nowJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10033525333508007704noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21392369.post-59264083064960173802009-01-01T13:53:00.000-06:002009-01-01T13:53:00.000-06:00Jenny,What a beautiful post. I could feel your pa...Jenny,<BR/>What a beautiful post. I could feel your pain. I knew as a young child myself that what you girls were going through was absolutely traumatic, but hearing you recall it now as an adult is both terribly saddening and heartwarming at the same time. You both were asked to become so "adult" overnight and you all came through it so well. The road was very rough, but you are here now and so much stronger for it. <BR/>I remember Dewey fondly. His laugh was contaigious...was a sweet man. And dear Myra...a tough stern kindergarten teacher, with a tender heart of gold for Dewey and you girls. I remember thinking...all I hear is "dilo, dilo" but you and Jessica knew exactly what he wanted or needed...your spirits were connected.<BR/>Your story touched me today. God Bless You!<BR/>Wendy (Harrington) SolemsaasAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21392369.post-43202754945357386312008-12-30T19:03:00.000-06:002008-12-30T19:03:00.000-06:00I just love you so much, Jenny. So did your daddy....I just love you so much, Jenny. So did your daddy.Tenessa Gleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10850751125748710095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21392369.post-77464417638907203052008-12-29T18:20:00.000-06:002008-12-29T18:20:00.000-06:00It was hard enough to deal with my father's illnes...It was hard enough to deal with my father's illness when I was 25...I remember thinking that you and Jessica (and Myra) had been dealing with something similar for a long, long time.<BR/><BR/>I really liked your dad. I remember drinking grape coolaid with him and you and Jessica out in your yard one hot summer day. He told me about the night I was born. I thought it was neat he would do that.Dawn Masonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18436176179828955182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21392369.post-78951953491357645912008-12-29T17:23:00.000-06:002008-12-29T17:23:00.000-06:00Ugh...I love you and I hate you right now. That p...Ugh...I love you and I hate you right now. That post brings so much hurt to mind, and brings fresh tears to my eyes.<BR/><BR/>I thought I'd cried most of my tears for my own father in regards to his stroke...but after reading this, I know I have a lot of time ahead of me before I'm at peace with what happened to our family as a result.<BR/><BR/>I started once, long ago, to try and write out my feelings. Every attempt I've ever made has just seemed inadequate. After reading this today I think I may have to revisit it. I have a feeling it may do me a lot of good to purge all those pent-up feelings.Meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02226254453627637061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21392369.post-64437270371653035182008-12-28T19:47:00.000-06:002008-12-28T19:47:00.000-06:00Thank you for sharing that. I'd heard bits and pie...Thank you for sharing that. I'd heard bits and pieces 2nd hand, but I'm so glad I got to read a bit of how all that was for you. It gives me a deeper appreciation of both how hard it must have been for all of you and how fortunate you all were to hang on to your father for as many more years as you did. I'm sorry I never got to meet him.Mink*ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14236642653600606502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21392369.post-75784732319791896002008-12-28T19:37:00.000-06:002008-12-28T19:37:00.000-06:00I remember when Uncle Dewey had his stroke. What ...I remember when Uncle Dewey had his stroke. What a shock it was to our family.<BR/><BR/>The pain of a parent's death never goes away. It may fade a little or become less acute, but it's still there.Deron Arnoldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17222818498103201571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21392369.post-82828393772785702672008-12-28T13:00:00.000-06:002008-12-28T13:00:00.000-06:00I don't cry anymore, Jen. Maybe it is hormonal ch...I don't cry anymore, Jen. Maybe it is hormonal changes, or old age which has caused me to take things matter of factly and quite unemotionally, but you brought tears to my eyes and my heart. I tell my friends about your family, and I hope I am successful in relating the love I feel existed for all those years of my brother's stroke survival. I truly believe he was a real presence in your life as your "father," not just "that old man in a wheelchair." <BR/><BR/>I see your dad in both you and Jessica - the sense of humor, the caring, the appreciation for the Red River Valley, the excitement at finding a real bargain or making a treasure out of trash, but not being able to part with the trash because someday you will find a use for it!<BR/><BR/>I especially liked the slow moving vehicle triangle on the back of his wheel chair and appreciated the trepidation some of the Home's staff felt about him trucking along the streets of Halstad, even as they allowed him to do it.<BR/><BR/>Thank you so much for sharing your memories and for loving my brother.<BR/><BR/>ShirleySkayJohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12496840322949230378noreply@blogger.com