tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261923494451820843.post2626210681397074547..comments2023-12-22T10:05:42.994-05:00Comments on Put Up Your Dukes: never the lastkeight dukeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887072283297653771noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261923494451820843.post-37813819178412286062010-07-02T22:31:54.153-04:002010-07-02T22:31:54.153-04:00Keight, I think I read your blog religiously, but ...Keight, I think I read your blog religiously, but obviously I missed the January one on Fred. You do spreadsheets for a living? WHY asks both Blaine and me? I just read your blogs about Fred aloud to Blaine...read a little, cried a little...got choked up a little. You are gifted with words and I don't think you realize it. What a beautiful tribute to Fred, to dealing with death, to dealing with old age. I love you lots and lots and lots and lots.Joliene Pricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15007120777270099247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261923494451820843.post-1100827939431727672010-01-20T21:44:10.161-05:002010-01-20T21:44:10.161-05:00So this post has me thinking. There's been a ...So this post has me thinking. There's been a lot of death in my world recently. First my uncle, then one of my best friend's little sister and last week a lady I worked with. It's tricky, you know? My uncle was 73, he had a long full life, but when the cancer got him it still sucked - especially for my dad. Molly's death was devastating and tragic any way you look at it. She was way too young, and the circumstances should have been preventable. Debbie, my colleague, was in her 50s, a sweet lady who had a new daughter in law and was about to become a grandmother for the first time. I'm not sure why I'm sharing all of that, because really Fred reminds me of Miss Clyde. She was Neal's god-mother and basically like a grandmother to us since my actual grandmother died when my mom was 18. She lived into her 90s and watched everyone from her generation go before her. It broke my heart near the end when she was ready to go, we were ok with her going, and yet she still hung on. When she passed, I was so sad. But it was like you said, I was sad for me and totally happy for her. <br /><br />I think what you said about death only being tragic to us who are left behind is interesting. It's difficult to imagine the people you love in complete celebration in heaven while you are totally devastated here without them. Particularly when you don't know the death is coming and aren't as prepared as you can be with that kind of thing. Don't get me wrong, I believe it's true and love the idea of great celebrations welcoming people into heaven, it's just so strange to me at the same time. It's comforting and also odd. You know, like how can someone you feel so close to and connected with not feel some of the pain you're feeling? I don't know and don't usually spend a lot of time thinking about it. I guess it's just been difficult to get off my brain lately.<br /><br />Umm, On a different note, do you love my stream of consciousness comment? It's totally the best kind of comment. Bad news that I didn't really bring the funny. Maybe soon you can give me something to work with in terms of humor?Katy Bakernoreply@blogger.com