tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post116048332414731535..comments2023-07-06T06:57:28.024-05:00Comments on Boomer Chick: An Ordinary Day in the Life of a Boomer Babe: For One More DayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1169101376499605392007-01-18T01:22:00.000-05:002007-01-18T01:22:00.000-05:00wow that was deep and i can relate coz if i had on...wow that was deep and i can relate coz if i had one more day with my mom i would shower her in rose petals and wipe her tears as she has done mine. hold her tight and tell her we are all okay but miss her. i feel as if i have a whole that cant be filled and just thinking about this has me in tears.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1162229298839972122006-10-30T12:28:00.000-05:002006-10-30T12:28:00.000-05:00If I had one more day with my dad, I'd ask him to ...If I had one more day with my dad, I'd ask him to sing. He was a lousy singer, but I'd give anything to hear him sing "skyball paint" in eight different keys and two different rhythms all at the same time.Sudiegirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16803331651685046953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1161228536721814512006-10-18T22:28:00.000-05:002006-10-18T22:28:00.000-05:00Steel!!!! So happy to see you man...gotta mosey o...Steel!!!! So happy to see you man...gotta mosey over to your blog! I saw the book in B&N and came this close to picking it up, but was mad because the magazine that my article was supposed to be in wasn't there, so I just sulked and went out but I sure wish I had bought it.thewriterslifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09408434848838447115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1161228461827623682006-10-18T22:27:00.000-05:002006-10-18T22:27:00.000-05:00Awww...Miss C...I had no idea your husband passed ...Awww...Miss C...I had no idea your husband passed away...I'm so sorry sweetie.thewriterslifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09408434848838447115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1161210270963286962006-10-18T17:24:00.000-05:002006-10-18T17:24:00.000-05:00Just finished the book; it was another good one.Just finished the book; it was another good one.DBFrankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10605809886675971276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1160950323269325472006-10-15T17:12:00.000-05:002006-10-15T17:12:00.000-05:00Of course, I would choose my husband Jeff, but I w...Of course, I would choose my husband Jeff, but I would also wish to spend another day with my Dad. I was somewhat unconciously prepared for Jeff's death, and we tied up our loose ends as best we could without knowing for sure, but Dad's death was a surprise.<BR/><BR/>I would be sorely tempted to ask my husband how DARE he neglect his health and leave me two little girls who need their daddy so Miss Cellaniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056319889765739429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1160534928617283722006-10-10T21:48:00.000-05:002006-10-10T21:48:00.000-05:00Faith, I kind of thought you might like my comment...Faith, I kind of thought you might like my comment. I know what you're going through...you might have been in it longer than I have, but this is the most frustrating business. You're bright...you're smart...and I know you'll succeed at anything you do.thewriterslifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09408434848838447115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1160534866304582222006-10-10T21:47:00.000-05:002006-10-10T21:47:00.000-05:00Awww...Dick, bless your heart. I kind of knew you...Awww...Dick, bless your heart. I kind of knew you would say Annie. Man, listen to me...she's still watching over you, you old coot, and don't you ever forget it. ;o)thewriterslifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09408434848838447115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1160531994371061622006-10-10T20:59:00.000-05:002006-10-10T20:59:00.000-05:00Your comment on my blog gave me a smile. It's nice...Your comment on my blog gave me a smile. It's nice to know there are those who understand.<BR/><BR/>A talk with someone who's no longer here? Hmmm...perhaps either my grandmother or granddad on my mom's side. I didn't get to know either one very well, but they both made big impressions on my life despite it all.Faith Bicknellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08978240749619858463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1160510610009290292006-10-10T15:03:00.000-05:002006-10-10T15:03:00.000-05:00Well, it would of course be with my Annie. I woul...Well, it would of course be with my Annie. I would ask if she is over the pain she had to live here with due to her disease. If she can use her hands normally again and do some of those things she liked so to do but couldn't anymore.<BR/><BR/>I would ask if there are unfinished things here she would like me to finish for her. I'd let her know that I am doing okay, not as good as I was when sheDickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12381970360203140143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1160494488460180832006-10-10T10:34:00.000-05:002006-10-10T10:34:00.000-05:00Kathy, I would be honored. Scarf it up, girlfrien...Kathy, I would be honored. Scarf it up, girlfriend. I need to send that other to you, don't I? I'll be emailing you. ;o)thewriterslifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09408434848838447115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1160494290782842762006-10-10T10:31:00.000-05:002006-10-10T10:31:00.000-05:00Marti, I hope one day all of our life's experience...Marti, I hope one day all of our life's experiences, whether good or bad, will all make sense. Our life is always full of whys, and sometimes, those whys cannot ever be answered. We can only hope that we can go through the paces with enough knowledge that we did pick up when they were still alive to continue to carry us down the right path. So if we don't know that mushrooms were the exact thewriterslifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09408434848838447115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1160490600233928422006-10-10T09:30:00.000-05:002006-10-10T09:30:00.000-05:00Wow, Dorothy! The paragraph about asking your moth...Wow, Dorothy! The paragraph about asking your mother about your father is the one I'd love to include in my book. Very powerful, Dorothy! Sending big hugs to you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-1160487943535395092006-10-10T08:45:00.000-05:002006-10-10T08:45:00.000-05:00Oh Doroty, I sat here reading this post with tears...Oh Doroty, I sat here reading this post with tears running down my face. So many of the things you would ask of your mom were you able to spend one more day with her duplicate the ones I would ask my Mom. I spent 20 years with my mom before she passed, but still have questions. Thanks for this lovely post!Martiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18049225962948888764noreply@blogger.com