tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post5444572797874688476..comments2024-03-22T03:35:27.752-04:00Comments on Written Inc.: Flight of the inadvertent intrudercarmilevyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-70033729632960397222010-05-27T17:40:21.050-04:002010-05-27T17:40:21.050-04:00What a moving poignant post which brought out many...What a moving poignant post which brought out many deep feelings in me. What a beautiful way you used the opportunity to teach and reach your children.<br />One of the reasons why I have a blog is to help me deal with the grief and reality of a failing fragile body and the lessons and blessing that have come into my life because of it; my greater appreciation of what I have. My last post is just one sample<br />http://young-eclectic-encounters.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-never-thought-that.html<br />Johnina :^Ayoung-eclectic-encountershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17144722646106534362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-22020273703262783712010-05-27T13:48:54.227-04:002010-05-27T13:48:54.227-04:00I have had a very different experience in the past...I have had a very different experience in the past 5 weeks. <br />My phone call in the middle of the night was from an alive but very shaken teenager who had <a href="http://kcinnova.wordpress.com/2010/04/29/extra-thankful-thursday/" rel="nofollow">crashed his (dad's) car in the woods</a>. The car is gone and will not be replaced -- a lesson to all 3 of our teenagers. Today he experienced the mercy of a kind trooper and kind judge; after entering his <strong><em>guilty</em></strong> plea, he was fined $125 (plus court fees) and allowed to leave.<br />My bird (a 19yo boy) crashed and lived; even today, we are continually reminded of life's fragility.Karen (formerly kcinnova)https://www.blogger.com/profile/16705613736966783261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-49088483708223490322010-05-26T21:28:41.152-04:002010-05-26T21:28:41.152-04:00Oh, dear. We once had a bird fly into an open wind...Oh, dear. We once had a bird fly into an open window of our speeding car and explode in a ball of feathers on a part of the interior. It was a small bird, just a tiny thing.<br /><br />I can only suppose it was so fast for the creature it didn't suffer - it barely knew.<br /><br />How sudden, how swift death can come.Glennishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03681336164718681936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-46197686767788503442010-05-26T13:47:22.455-04:002010-05-26T13:47:22.455-04:00fredamans -- I don't even know you...
Carmi--...fredamans -- I don't even know you...<br /><br />Carmi-- I don't know if I've found anything after the loss of my father. Maybe your faith affects the way you perceive events and colors their significance to you. <br /><br />As an atheist, I don't see symbolism in unusual events or odd coincidence. All I know is that as long as I have memories of my father, he is not dead, and when something reminds of him — and my mother, as well — if it doesn't make me cry, I smile. I have no belief that they can hear me, but just as when they would walk in to my day when they were alive, I still say, "Hello."<br /><br />One day, when I was stationed in Germany while in the U.S. Air Force, I drove my car from my base to the village of Landstuhl, near Ramstein Air Base. On the way there a bird swooped a little too low over the highway, and my experience was nearly identical to yours: startling thud on the windshield, reflection in my rear-view mirror of the lifeless body falling to the ground in my wake, a small smudge of oil and dander on the windshield where the bird met its fate.... But then, in the village of Landstuhl, as I drove along the curving streets toward my destination, a bird stood in the gutter pecking at some morsel of food. Usually a bird flits out of the way of an oncoming car in plenty of time to escape, but this morsel of food must have been especially scrumptious, because the nearer I got to the bird, and the more I expected it to fly off, the more determined the bird was to get its fill. Traffic was thick, so I had nowhere to go and, too late to brake, I ran right over the bird. In my mirror, one feather stood upright over the flattened carcass, almost as though a fist shaken at me in anger.<br /><br />Two birds in one day... in ONE TRIP. I felt awful.Tony Gasbarrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17150839210395446415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-63917792312028881512010-05-26T10:10:35.300-04:002010-05-26T10:10:35.300-04:00Finding something after loss: I was always kind o...Finding something after loss: I was always kind of a loner as a child. And felt strange that I preferred to stay out of the crowd. I wondered what was wrong with me, if it was my choice or if it was because other people didn't like me.<br /><br />At my grandmother's funeral my senior year of high school I found myself walking in a procession of paired members of my family. I was walking alone, but as that uneasiness peeped out its ugly head I felt a warm reassurance that my grandmother was with me.<br /><br />With time I grew and became more confident in myself. I realized that we shouldn't worry so much about what other people may or may not be thinking.<br /><br />I think the loss of my grandmother helped me to start believing in myself.Christine Gramhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13783180729146518061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-65324889619063779782010-05-26T10:02:49.077-04:002010-05-26T10:02:49.077-04:00i will need some coffee before I can comment on th...i will need some coffee before I can comment on this oneDavid Edwardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02690273066219097101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-53484773112332367072010-05-26T09:58:20.302-04:002010-05-26T09:58:20.302-04:00Kismet.Kismet.fredamanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12445217103291725907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-88960950629887440572010-05-26T07:11:22.800-04:002010-05-26T07:11:22.800-04:00Carmi, I know how you felt when you hit the bird -...Carmi, I know how you felt when you hit the bird - or the bird hit you. It happened to me on the Belt Pkwy in NY years ago. I still recall the feeling clearly.<br /><br />You also brought back memories speaking of the unveiling. For me it was standing in the pouring rain, for a dear friend. I had not thought of him for a long time, and your words brought him back to me for a while.bobbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00658103343742852411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-36922804703015171862010-05-26T06:15:52.631-04:002010-05-26T06:15:52.631-04:00The threads of life seem to carry on being woven a...The threads of life seem to carry on being woven around us ....precious time....theMuddledMarketPlacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12153750055087770871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-687764903707661432010-05-26T05:31:41.989-04:002010-05-26T05:31:41.989-04:00I have accidentally hit a bird in a car in it cert...I have accidentally hit a bird in a car in it certainly leaves a heavy feeling in the pit of ones stomach. I am sure this was even more meaningful for all of you because of the prior trip. I like the mourning rituals of the Jewish faith. They make sense.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-87067776120124730182010-05-25T21:37:17.219-04:002010-05-25T21:37:17.219-04:00really, really beautiful description of life, deat...really, really beautiful description of life, death and mourning. indeed, our people do all of these in a slow paced, beautiful way. i am sorry for your losses and am impressed with the dialogue that ensued with your children. thanks for sharing this!Minnesota Mamalehhttp://tcjewfolk.com/category/minnesota-mamaleh/noreply@blogger.com