tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361958335644500325.post1406696174786887180..comments2023-05-20T08:11:19.713-07:00Comments on Indigo365: 168/365/Whining/NegativityIndigo Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387698096732697805noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361958335644500325.post-61677183247242327912018-06-19T07:26:51.004-07:002018-06-19T07:26:51.004-07:00Yes to Kim and Mali.Yes to Kim and Mali.Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912657528657918812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361958335644500325.post-12316126946697306112018-06-18T14:08:27.871-07:002018-06-18T14:08:27.871-07:00What Dona and Mali said.What Dona and Mali said.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03804382963910285639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361958335644500325.post-44925807609398765632018-06-17T16:58:29.846-07:002018-06-17T16:58:29.846-07:00Oh, I'm reading this with tears in my eyes (re...Oh, I'm reading this with tears in my eyes (remembering the last time I saw my father conscious before he died). And Kim's comment worsened the blurry eyes too, but she is 100% right. You were not at your worst. You were at your lowest. There is an enormous difference.Malihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09836580783987031975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361958335644500325.post-8706121017058660382018-06-17T07:41:37.351-07:002018-06-17T07:41:37.351-07:00Kim put it better than I possibly could have. I...Kim put it better than I possibly could have. I'm sorry, IB, truly sorry.Cedarwaxwinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07644657373513518914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361958335644500325.post-53700183474060510302018-06-17T06:43:28.197-07:002018-06-17T06:43:28.197-07:00It was also the day, dear friend, that you were at...It was also the day, dear friend, that you were at your very best. You could not slay the dragons, but you kept trying, which is what all truly great people do. I'm sorry this was the last time you saw him in the conscious world. This story is bitter and hard, but at the heart of it I see you and your sister and Tim, and even the kindness of this helper. It is a bleak New England play, and you're caught in the 2nd act. There will be beauty, by the end. XXOOKim Hanniganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09921260512794125004noreply@blogger.com