tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24144743.post548097243040290610..comments2024-02-20T02:40:59.760-06:00Comments on Blogged Down At The Moment: My Mother's Day Card...to My "Mumzie"Mariann Simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17974827167853824792noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24144743.post-38423374362632557922008-05-22T18:45:00.000-05:002008-05-22T18:45:00.000-05:00Oh, no I'm still doing these - it's just that now ...Oh, no I'm still doing these - it's just that now it's on another "site" kinda. The paper decided it would make its own blog so I'm doing it there. I think there's a link to the right somewhere on this blog - but you probably have to sign in with the Montgomery Advertiser to read any. I keep meaning to transfer the ones I wrote there - over to here, but I haven't done it yet. I really need to in case their site crashes or something as then I'm sure they will probably be lost forever.<BR/><BR/>And when did you tell me you were going to "leave me alone"? I wondered where you went - I thought my blogs just bored you to death or something.Mariann Simmshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17974827167853824792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24144743.post-88003191061377143002008-05-22T14:51:00.000-05:002008-05-22T14:51:00.000-05:00And here I thought you had retired. This is an exc...And here I thought you had retired. This is an excellent piece that does take you from the observation level to the active involved level. I like it and have the empathy to understand. My void was created by my father in 1971.. hard to believe I have lived without him longer than I had him in my life. There is a certain rage you feel along the lines of, "How dare you leave me when I am not finished with all we need to do/say together. Why were you not here to see, play with, meet, and spoil my 4 kids?" <BR/>He is there everyday, and I know how proud he would have been to see what he spawned so many years ago. <BR/><BR/>I know I said I would leave you alone a few months ago, but it was hard not to respond to such a well written piece. I will now retreat back to my corner of silence, where I need to be. <BR/><BR/>ADIOS.. unless a chance encounter re-occurs at the free coffee in the Market.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com