tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post9060900259898963882..comments2024-03-28T19:58:04.966-04:00Comments on Cup on the Bus: Mother’s funeralJoanne Noragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-57617330339352690392014-04-13T09:53:41.514-04:002014-04-13T09:53:41.514-04:00Today is my mother's 95th birthday so it is qu...Today is my mother's 95th birthday so it is quite touching to read such a lovely tribute to your very thoughtful mother. The next part is eagerly anticipated! The Broadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04976467218216864644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-30024089555352487742014-04-13T08:48:08.757-04:002014-04-13T08:48:08.757-04:00There was such sweetness in her face and apparentl...There was such sweetness in her face and apparently such steel in her backbone. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-24926480357766477282014-04-13T03:50:29.948-04:002014-04-13T03:50:29.948-04:00Hari OM
I echo Folkway's comment - talk about ...Hari OM<br />I echo Folkway's comment - talk about cliffhanger! Clearly you are feeling optimistic about the arrival of spring with the great revamp on photos... YAM xxYamini MacLeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18383916589808462620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-23106882287709976362014-04-13T01:06:09.713-04:002014-04-13T01:06:09.713-04:00Wait a minute -- I was deep into the story and now...Wait a minute -- I was deep into the story and now I have to wait! I am anxious to hear the end of your story. Like the photo of you with your granddaughters and your new header. -- barbaraFolkways Note Bookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07168881905408345126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-76661333534669260672014-04-12T22:32:29.967-04:002014-04-12T22:32:29.967-04:00Your mom sounds like a very classy lady. Did not w...Your mom sounds like a very classy lady. Did not want to spoil the Holidays therefore she did not talk about her troubles?MunirGhiasuddinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05232362559666320301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-54964896390745471812014-04-12T22:13:49.235-04:002014-04-12T22:13:49.235-04:00I like the picture of your mother and her brother;...I like the picture of your mother and her brother; I look forward to the rest of the story.<br /><br />bettybettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06323135450742337670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-81106370949090262022014-04-12T21:10:53.961-04:002014-04-12T21:10:53.961-04:00Strong womanStrong womanellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-40914259061675858652014-04-12T21:03:35.980-04:002014-04-12T21:03:35.980-04:00I'm glad I read that. I almost didn't beca...I'm glad I read that. I almost didn't because of the title. Like your new photos.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-12254607337710712802014-04-12T20:53:00.493-04:002014-04-12T20:53:00.493-04:00I always enjoy glimpses into the lives that made y...I always enjoy glimpses into the lives that made you,you.<br />Jane xJane and Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08102086552682194819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-1340897059161045952014-04-12T19:17:18.275-04:002014-04-12T19:17:18.275-04:00My father refused to let go until my eldest brothe...My father refused to let go until my eldest brother had arrived from the US, and he could talk to us all. And slipped away less than five minutes after we left the room. I admire his determination - but it still hurt just as much.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-48112663580474287642014-04-12T18:03:10.879-04:002014-04-12T18:03:10.879-04:00Said it before and doubtless I'll say it a few...Said it before and doubtless I'll say it a few more times: you sure know how to tell a story, Joanne!<br /><br />And I think you inherited her planning gene, at a minimum.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-727433695034296162014-04-12T16:52:20.689-04:002014-04-12T16:52:20.689-04:00Mother initially waited until the week between Chr...Mother initially waited until the week between Christmas and New Year to tell us she had the diagnosis. Didn't want to spoil Christmas.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-11776554770906548002014-04-12T16:48:25.623-04:002014-04-12T16:48:25.623-04:00Sounds like your mother and mine could be related....Sounds like your mother and mine could be related... Ma died the day after Christmas... I'm sure she didn't want to make anyone sad a Christmas, but with the holidays at hand, they could attend a funeral before celebrating New Year's Eve. I'm looking forward to the next part of your narrative... love it!The Odd Essayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17168404014947652773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-27312139797503518602014-04-12T16:40:39.852-04:002014-04-12T16:40:39.852-04:00Hamilton looks just like your uncle! Hamilton looks just like your uncle! Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02945342289215831109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-87846603397735309522014-04-12T16:26:59.282-04:002014-04-12T16:26:59.282-04:00Joanne, I'm so sorry. It's frightening how...Joanne, I'm so sorry. It's frightening how many of us are hit by breast cancer. <br />Your mother sounds like a spunky lady. I love the story of the bus trips. Martyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02366449267039641100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-21167894137610444112014-04-12T15:14:52.814-04:002014-04-12T15:14:52.814-04:00The older I get, the more I miss my parents.
Love...The older I get, the more I miss my parents.<br /><br />Love,<br />JanieJanie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.com