tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537301261148220329.post3597291869067036283..comments2023-06-19T07:09:08.536-05:00Comments on In the Middle of Nowhere: Closing DoorsElliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18228465663336628118noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537301261148220329.post-51533353330477431752009-09-29T11:53:26.643-05:002009-09-29T11:53:26.643-05:00You might be interested in a blog that is linked t...You might be interested in a blog that is linked to mine...called Ellie Skees. the writer is Janeen<br />Skees and the blog is about her daugher Ellie who died almost two years ago. It is a very long blog and best to start at the beginning...although it takes a while to read it all... but the process they go through is heart breaking and heart warming all at the same time!Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14059743967537421852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537301261148220329.post-9988486453991725932009-09-29T10:06:55.888-05:002009-09-29T10:06:55.888-05:00Cindy - I think that is true. We like to go back ...Cindy - I think that is true. We like to go back in. Not to be overwhelmed with pain, but to be comforted with memories.<br /><br />I think it is something people who haven't faced their own doors to shut don't understand. Then they cause pain to us because they won't go in those rooms with us. They are afraid of them.<br /><br />I feel like I can only half get to know people who are afraid of rooms of grief. They can only half know me. A sort of flat, one dimensional way of knowing me.Elliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18228465663336628118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537301261148220329.post-72017443366717482602009-09-29T09:53:56.473-05:002009-09-29T09:53:56.473-05:00Ellie, thanks for that!!!
I, too have plenty of ...Ellie, thanks for that!!!<br /><br /><br />I, too have plenty of doors...<br />but this time I'm thinking of my<br />sister who died when we were girls.<br />Yes, that has been over 40 years ago... and now when my mom and I go in that door and walk around it is actually comforting. We laugh, we remember, and now I'm not afraid of that door...I used to hate that door...but, not any more.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14059743967537421852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537301261148220329.post-90951737269021089902009-09-28T12:49:18.892-05:002009-09-28T12:49:18.892-05:00Ellie, you describe it so beautifully. It means a...Ellie, you describe it so beautifully. It means a lot to see someone put into words how you feel. This past year I have spent long hours grieving. I'm glad I did because you're right, it changes you for the better.Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16695052568128667452noreply@blogger.com