tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post24913291525603383..comments2024-03-28T04:49:59.527-05:00Comments on Every goddamn day: 03/28/24: Unhappy Valentine's Day, for those who lost loved ones Neil Steinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-4802302084993545252017-02-14T17:39:18.510-06:002017-02-14T17:39:18.510-06:00Love doesn't end with death, though I prefer t...Love doesn't end with death, though I prefer to remember my late husband with happy memories of this day spent together, not an act of continued mourning.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04541828632284556589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-81437533350317892912017-02-14T17:07:45.924-06:002017-02-14T17:07:45.924-06:00I go often to see my late wife as well as my paren...I go often to see my late wife as well as my parents and other relatives. I find peace when I go there. I go at least a few times a month. Sometimes when walking back to my car I look at the stones and dates and wonder what kind of neat events they saw in their lives. My sis doesn't like going but me - like I said I feel very peaceful when I am there. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-1767333309967249352017-02-14T14:31:15.708-06:002017-02-14T14:31:15.708-06:00Reminds me of the story I heard on NPR several yea...Reminds me of the story I heard on NPR several years ago about a moneymaking scheme concocted during the 30s in which a smart fellow collaborated with a County Recorder in Michigan. The smart fellow bought a few hundred acres of woodland, sent deeds for parcels of that land to those he thought might have a few bucks to spend, and then split the ensuing $5.00 recording fee with the Recorder. No free lunches; no free land either.<br /><br />johntatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10088632798195131329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-73462054305561426332017-02-14T14:06:41.144-06:002017-02-14T14:06:41.144-06:00Me too. Until a few weeks ago I was grateful that ...Me too. Until a few weeks ago I was grateful that my presence had not, for over two years, been required at a wake, church funeral or a graveside sendoff. I was, however, given an intimation of mortality last summer when my older brother deeded me two cemetery plots in Racine, our home town. The paperwork sealing the transaction arrived from the "Memorial Park" along with a somewhat unsubtle sales pitch ("Vaults 20 percent off. But only if you act before 1 October.")for the necessaries to make the things habitable. After I had bitten, an enthusiastic young sales lady called and asked about my choice of uplifting words to go under our names on the bronze grave markers. None of her suggestions appealed, so we decided on no words but a picture of a dove. I had contemplated suggesting "All things considered,I'd just as soon be in Philadelphia," but bit the old tongue on grounds that this evocation of W.C. Fields would be lost on a person of her generation and might, quite possibly, even offend. <br /><br />I had an Email from her the other day saying the plaques had been installed, they looked "just great," and wouldn't we like to come by and give them a viewing.<br /><br />Not on your life.<br /><br />Tom EvansTomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09641357239788323783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-1938957007794370412017-02-14T13:57:55.434-06:002017-02-14T13:57:55.434-06:00In Queen Elizabeth's unforgettable words, &quo...In Queen Elizabeth's unforgettable words, "Grief is the price we pay for love.”<br />No matter how hard it is, it is a price that is worth paying.Eliezer Eisenberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16036989084122930226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-45495483452854042482017-02-14T11:38:54.467-06:002017-02-14T11:38:54.467-06:00Hadn't seen this before; excellent journalism ...Hadn't seen this before; excellent journalism combined with poignant insight.<br /><br />SandyKAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-54731596440648984862017-02-14T11:24:41.645-06:002017-02-14T11:24:41.645-06:00Yes, not the best day for me. My wife passed away ...Yes, not the best day for me. My wife passed away 3 years ago. My mother died on a Valentines day. Then you got the St Valentines day massacre. Not a good day for them. I'm just going to get nice bottle of Champagne, stay home tonight and toast to my sweetie. Going to stay in and try to stay away from places where there might be couples. Couple's per se do not make me sad but just not today. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-28004144978816895182017-02-14T11:15:12.672-06:002017-02-14T11:15:12.672-06:00Very poingnant and a bit sad, with the baby.Very poingnant and a bit sad, with the baby.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-79176120532615345932017-02-14T11:08:45.168-06:002017-02-14T11:08:45.168-06:00Likewise. But I never go other days either. I do...Likewise. But I never go other days either. I don't feel any closer to my deceased relatives standing over their graves, perhaps less.<br /><br />johntatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10088632798195131329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-32775113220343907642017-02-14T10:15:21.356-06:002017-02-14T10:15:21.356-06:00Nice column. Somehow it never occurred to me that ...Nice column. Somehow it never occurred to me that Valentine's Day would be an occasion for cemetery visits.Bitter Scribehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04645909858616987997noreply@blogger.com