tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post6445645039323132304..comments2024-02-27T01:58:16.750-05:00Comments on BOOK PREGNANT: Big Girls Don't CryLydia Netzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11448861273955788158noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-86791852204581612472013-03-27T03:21:28.240-04:002013-03-27T03:21:28.240-04:00Between your wit and your videos, I was almost mov...Between your wit and your videos, I was almost moved to start my own blog (well, almost…HaHa!) Fantastic job.<br /><br />- <a href="http://www.atlasequipments.com/portable-concrete-batch-plant.html" rel="nofollow">Portable Concrete Mixers</a> | <a href="http://www.atlasequipments.com/concrete-mixers-india.html" rel="nofollow">Concrete Mixing</a> | <a href="http://www.atlasequipments.com/portable-concrete-batch-plant.html" rel="nofollow">Mobile Concrete</a>Mobile Concrete Mixershttp://www.atlasequipments.com/concrete-mixers-india.htmlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-12453396599436457382013-03-05T18:15:42.013-05:002013-03-05T18:15:42.013-05:00Thank you, Holly. Thank you, Holly. Priscille Sibleyhttp://www.priscillesibley.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-31643532998700904402013-03-05T18:14:44.624-05:002013-03-05T18:14:44.624-05:00Thank you, Samantha. Thank you, Samantha. Priscille Sibleyhttp://www.priscillesibley.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-56000881951465320062013-03-05T10:00:13.182-05:002013-03-05T10:00:13.182-05:00Oh my goodness. Priscille, I started weeping half...Oh my goodness. Priscille, I started weeping halfway through your post, and I've always loved that poem. And Laura, yes, that passage in September is so beautiful. May we all leave such beautiful words behind for our readers, our friends, our family and our children to live by. Holly Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04462441910530132918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-11754252411382945132013-03-05T08:35:36.667-05:002013-03-05T08:35:36.667-05:00Beautiful post. Thank you for sharing your story.Beautiful post. Thank you for sharing your story.Samantha Hoffmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02689498125987433143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-22714553692878857712013-03-05T08:21:28.285-05:002013-03-05T08:21:28.285-05:00Thank you, Lori. Thank you, Lori. Priscille Sibleyhttp://www.priscillesibley.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-32628667875642346452013-03-05T08:20:38.240-05:002013-03-05T08:20:38.240-05:00Laura,
That is incredibly beautiful. I think it h...Laura,<br /><br />That is incredibly beautiful. I think it has the essence of the Rossetti poem, but it is stated in such a lovely way. Thank you so much for sharing that with me. Priscille Sibleyhttp://www.priscillesibley.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-16655728464359593862013-03-05T08:00:06.205-05:002013-03-05T08:00:06.205-05:00Priscille, Don't worry about not being able to...Priscille, Don't worry about not being able to shed tears -- I did it for you. What a poignant, beautiful testiment to your mother, and humanity. Anyone who has lost someone close to them taps into those feelings reading things like this...<br /><br />I just wanted to share something that sustained me, after my younger sister and best friend of my life died at 35. It's from Rosamunde Pilcher's Spetember. I read it often.<br /><br />"Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.<br /><br />All is well.Laura Drakehttp://lauradrakebooks.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-78980309968271313682013-03-05T06:26:11.881-05:002013-03-05T06:26:11.881-05:00Thank you so much, i appreciated your effort and o...Thank you so much, i appreciated your effort and one more thing you make me very emotional.IVF Center in Uttar Pradeshhttp://www.javitrihospital.co.innoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-91374607603571527152013-03-05T06:23:13.025-05:002013-03-05T06:23:13.025-05:00Such a touching, bittersweet post, Priscille. Than...Such a touching, bittersweet post, Priscille. Thank you for YOUR powerful words. Lori Nelsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06899503675375661430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-29132553710707968662013-03-04T14:28:23.869-05:002013-03-04T14:28:23.869-05:00Thank you Vik. I appreciate it. If you see that I ...Thank you Vik. I appreciate it. If you see that I deleted my first comment it's just that I'm supposed to post with my name and not with my acct name. Sigh. Trying to move too fast today. Priscille Sibleyhttp://www.priscillesibley.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-77941137092319829032013-03-04T14:26:12.054-05:002013-03-04T14:26:12.054-05:00If you see that I deleted my first comment, it'...If you see that I deleted my first comment, it's because I'm supposed to post as myself and not as my acct name. Thank you, Kim!Priscille Sibleyhttp://www.priscillesibley.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-77303588374562872602013-03-04T14:22:57.433-05:002013-03-04T14:22:57.433-05:00Barbara, you know we've talked about how I don...Barbara, you know we've talked about how I don't know what to say when people tell me I've made them cry. Thank you.Priscille Sibleyhttp://www.priscillesibley.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-24456670648356021752013-03-04T14:09:33.054-05:002013-03-04T14:09:33.054-05:00What a beautiful post, thank you for sharing.What a beautiful post, thank you for sharing.VikLithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12675200811539358961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-59051593340344883252013-03-04T10:41:50.764-05:002013-03-04T10:41:50.764-05:00A beautiful post~thank you.A beautiful post~thank you.Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00676569559513414089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968970271234415691.post-79386416610388011062013-03-04T09:49:24.868-05:002013-03-04T09:49:24.868-05:00It's okay, because I'm crying enough for ...It's okay, because I'm crying enough for both of us after reading this post! Yes, fiction has the power to touch lives. Truly.Barbara Claypole Whitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03308093554908967725noreply@blogger.com