tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843414525694557803.post1286699729619779358..comments2024-03-28T03:24:05.666-04:00Comments on 4 Broad Minds: Squoozing DownChris Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400228290978730369noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843414525694557803.post-23996233225217374812012-02-19T07:21:08.970-05:002012-02-19T07:21:08.970-05:00Christina, sometimes to meet my throw something ou...Christina, sometimes to meet my throw something out if you bring in something new goal, I clean out the junk drawer. Throwing out a rubber band might be a stretch (pun intended) but I give myself credit for trying :)<br />ps. see you on Goodreadscarol brillhttp://www.4broadminds.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843414525694557803.post-67907514827016382032012-02-18T14:21:32.074-05:002012-02-18T14:21:32.074-05:00I've gotten to the stage in my life where I...I've gotten to the stage in my life where I've made a pact with myself. If something (other than food) comes in the house, something has to go out. At first it was easy but it's getting harder. Some of the things that are leaving aren't entirely "expendable" but I'm getting better at doing without things, especially those things that have cluttered my closets for years.Christina Wiblehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08771941716404937936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843414525694557803.post-16628660074152186912012-02-05T07:44:55.188-05:002012-02-05T07:44:55.188-05:00thanks Mary and all. As Chris says, these memories...thanks Mary and all. As Chris says, these memories and mementos are a sort of prayer honoring our loved ones. I wish I had my mom's voice on my phone too.carol brillhttp://www.4broadminds.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843414525694557803.post-80929951782503080512012-02-05T02:30:33.148-05:002012-02-05T02:30:33.148-05:00I can so relate to your post and all the comments....I can so relate to your post and all the comments. Just want you to know, Carol, that my Aunt Renee (and my best friend) died October 1, 2008, but I still have her voice on my cell phone voicemail. I miss Aunt Renee every day and when I am really pining for her, I listen to her voice. Thanks for your touching post.Marynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843414525694557803.post-64606080586435105752012-01-29T16:19:21.831-05:002012-01-29T16:19:21.831-05:00Carol:
I think we keep these mementos of our love...Carol:<br /><br />I think we keep these mementos of our loved ones for a lot of reasons. They comfort us in some way, they honor the person we loved, and in some way, they allow us to communicate with our lost love in a thought or a prayer. Loved this post.Chris Bradynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843414525694557803.post-8498632512708930172012-01-28T07:15:03.644-05:002012-01-28T07:15:03.644-05:00Claudia, you remind me that I kept my mother-in-la...Claudia, you remind me that I kept my mother-in-laws tattered white robe. It hung unused in our bathroom for over 13 years -even survived our bathroom renovation. Last year, I finally let it go. the Ah-ha for me is that my memory her wearing it at the kitchen table is still as clear as ever. I don't need the robe to keep that picture in my heart.Carol Fragale Brillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02832865888789761328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843414525694557803.post-77258476046365852532012-01-27T16:01:47.620-05:002012-01-27T16:01:47.620-05:00Carol, this really touched me. I, too, cannot brin...Carol, this really touched me. I, too, cannot bring myself to delete my grandmom from my cell phone. I just can't do it. And she died 3 years (and two cell phones) ago. I have many of her things in my house. Right after she died, it was hard to see them. The first time I used her Christmas table cloth, I cried. But now I love having them around - concrete reminders of who she was and how much she meant to me. Though seeing her handwriting can still make me cry.Julie Owsik Ackermanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11583691214627281052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843414525694557803.post-541026212268484252012-01-27T10:55:20.260-05:002012-01-27T10:55:20.260-05:00I can so relate. Just recently cleared some of my...I can so relate. Just recently cleared some of my things to make room and shed my previous life and came across my mom's pink bathrobe. I can still see her standing at the kitchen sink wearing it. I knew it still carried her DNA and her scent after all these years and still could not discard it. At this same cleaning I finally was able to throw away my dad's robe & slippers but when I looked at her robe, I just couldn't do it. That bond is so deep it doesn't go away even after 13 years.Claudianoreply@blogger.com