tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post8696422630905743265..comments2024-02-14T15:13:21.422-05:00Comments on Aging Gratefully: Thank you, MoiraJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710135137635433217noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-12246776732324277822012-10-01T13:13:32.422-04:002012-10-01T13:13:32.422-04:00I find it a little creepy and yet warming that we ...I find it a little creepy and yet warming that we have these thoughts of long ago people at such times.VioletSkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10222821877918680480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-56702272440404911482012-10-01T02:18:31.969-04:002012-10-01T02:18:31.969-04:00A lovely story of one of special connections we ma...A lovely story of one of special connections we make through life. We often don't know we have made them until the memories creep in and the reason why is revealed. Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15276284964859313257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-83490315107075894872012-09-30T18:50:40.864-04:002012-09-30T18:50:40.864-04:00Very moving story, June. So very well written, I h...Very moving story, June. So very well written, I hated for it to end. Just after I read 'the significance of all the siren combinations'...our local siren just over the hill became loud and clear...added to the experience. Wanda.....https://www.blogger.com/profile/00551160819558198338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-89126156442204778932012-09-30T18:21:47.602-04:002012-09-30T18:21:47.602-04:00Oh, gosh - this gave me a chill. People live in ou...Oh, gosh - this gave me a chill. People live in our memories and sometimes emerge to tell their stories. Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984171407726520584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-23577738382010581182012-09-30T17:39:10.345-04:002012-09-30T17:39:10.345-04:00How clear was that memory! I can't remember th...How clear was that memory! I can't remember things I'm supposed to do today without a list, or the names of people I met last week, but old memories are still singing in my head. No doubt many of them are rose tinted as well. I don't understand how these cosmic connections work, but they do.georgia little peahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388133043071314431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-16992578264471356272012-09-30T17:06:20.518-04:002012-09-30T17:06:20.518-04:00June that is amazing (for the want of a better wor...June that is amazing (for the want of a better word) that you had been thinking of this family for some time and then, you read of Moira's passing. The cosmos and connections - a truly intriguing thing.Rose ~ from Ozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01908281749611280188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-7538558190052965932012-09-30T14:05:56.119-04:002012-09-30T14:05:56.119-04:00My mother died when I was young, I had a friend Th...My mother died when I was young, I had a friend Theresa really it was her Mom I adored Martha, old school Italian, spoke just enough to get along..She made the best food on this earth, she fed me and my many brothers all the time, adored my Mother, when my Mom died she planned the reception at the church and made sure all of the extra food she prepared lovingly got to our home with cash from many we had a huge family, my Mothers death tore the living you know what out of our family, my Dad took to drink we were in foster care, but I always remembered Martha, read her obituary she had a daughter late in life named Mary that is my name never met her, I felt so bad she passed from this earth to heaven I sought out where she was buried and I go there near Memorial day my own birthday and wedding anniversary and bring a tiny rose, she had a wonderful love in her heart for all human beings, I watched her cook, bake and make amazing foods and she helped me when I was a teenager always asking if I needed money to get anything she drove me home to where I lived in a foster family I hated so much, she understood heartache, missing Italy and all of her familia but stayed and loved her husband and precious children, she helped me when I was a lost motherless child and teen..When I left the area for good she came to the bus depot and gave me a medal to protect me and a card with cash in it and a note if I ever needed anything to call collect can you imagine this is 1966 and I never ever forgot..she was a saint on this earth. She loved my Mother and felt her passing was cruel it was to me and my many siblings, but she watched over me and my family as best she could and I would never forget her, I cried so hard when they said in her obituary she went to sleep and went to God and the angels, people can have positive love to those who suffer it helped me a lot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-40758825570430153212012-09-30T13:17:38.716-04:002012-09-30T13:17:38.716-04:00May she rest in peace.May she rest in peace.Grandmother Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169464484379536529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-6985055857362386372012-09-30T12:40:30.153-04:002012-09-30T12:40:30.153-04:00Nice story. It's amazing how those long-ago im...Nice story. It's amazing how those long-ago images come back to us. If we only knew what it all meant. . . Tomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-85749786169648625212012-09-30T11:42:35.112-04:002012-09-30T11:42:35.112-04:00I think Moira is a strong name. How wonderful to ...I think Moira is a strong name. How wonderful to learn it is gentle and enduring, too. I wanted to name my second daughter Moira, to honor my Irish heritage, but my husband wouldn't hear of it.<br /><br />Thank you for the story.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-89755283216748345922012-09-30T10:41:18.050-04:002012-09-30T10:41:18.050-04:00Beautiful story, I'm sorry to hear she died, b...Beautiful story, I'm sorry to hear she died, but glad she left such a positive mark on you :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-8413197307980133762012-09-30T09:56:59.032-04:002012-09-30T09:56:59.032-04:00Cold chills...what a beautiful story of connection...Cold chills...what a beautiful story of connections.threecolliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05811004278088768813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-20188480093450002752012-09-30T09:54:17.871-04:002012-09-30T09:54:17.871-04:00What a vividly told and evocative story! What a vividly told and evocative story! Jacqueline Donnellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13390548854179921303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-76805581086171785232012-09-30T09:40:23.171-04:002012-09-30T09:40:23.171-04:00I remember finding out that my friend from across ...I remember finding out that my friend from across the street from 30 some years ago was dying but I couldn't find him in time to say good-bye. But my mother found a couple handwritten letters from the time we were young fellers dealing with a death. It was the 60's and everyone was learning to protest. My father had killed my German Shepherd dog because he had defended me against a different neighborhood hood. I was upset about this and wrote a letter. My friend from across the street also wrote a letter. When I go back to South Dakota soon I plan to show the letters to his family, because I didn't know about them 5 years ago when I was there, my first visit in about 30 years.esbbostonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09946279220170973147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-47221398907271078322012-09-30T08:59:36.402-04:002012-09-30T08:59:36.402-04:00That's a fine memory of Moira, and a well-told...That's a fine memory of Moira, and a well-told story of a lovely person. You must have had some kind of connection that you weren't even aware of. Thank you for sharing this with me. DJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.com