Mournday

Dearest,
             Spoke with Robin tonight. Still fighting this nasty cold. I am not fighting with your sister but I sent her an e-mail asking why Phil's memorial stone was not in place and why I received a warning letter from the cemetery about Phil having an unmarked grave. She responded in a manner that I can only characterize as crazy. Robin agrees with that assessment but, wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt, is going to call her. I will try another e-mail being as clear as I can possibly be. Jeez, this is like dealing with a child.
Your stone was another item of discussion. Much ado about the text to be inscribed. People better make up their minds soon, Bruce moves right along and once it's done it's carved in stone, literally. All should be complete by the end of the month.
Was going through your drawer full of PJs and found my longjohns. Hey! when did you swipe them? Warm weren't they? I would have bought you your own, nobody would have had to know. Unfashionable? Abby? No, those are mine. Miss you so much.
All this talk about stones lately has led me to thinking. What was that nice jewish boy talking about anyway?
Stones would play inside her head And where she slept, They made her bed And she would ache For love and get but stones Lordy, child A good day's comin' And I'll be there to let the sun in And bein' lost Is worth the comin' home You and me, a time for planting You and me, a harvest granting The every prayer ever prayed For just two wild flowers that grow
On Stones.
Robin doesn't like to think about you all alone out there in the cold and snow surrounded by strangers. I prefer to think that you're not there. You're all the winds that blow, you're the sparkle on the snow, you're the gentle rains in spring. You're with Phil and arguing as if nothing changed. You left me here to deal with these irascible people all alone. Hey, I could be annoyed with you.
Till we meet again, Your Ken

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songsofthenight
songsofthenight

I believe at the moment of death my loved one left his body and all that was left was a shell,( his earthly body) but he\'s gone to a much better place; where he\'s not cold, hungry, alone or sick. That gives me comfort.
Take it easy, hope you get over your cold...keeping you in my thoughts and prayers...hugs, Sandi
deleted_user
deleted_user

I agree with Sandi. I know that my husband is in a better place and not hurting any longer. It gives me peace and comfort knowing that. Hope that you feel better.

Hugs,
Jean
deleted_user
deleted_user

No one is ever alone. I believe that. And like Jean and Sandi I believe that my husband\'s energy, spirit, soul, whatever you want to call it left his \"shell\" the minute that vessel could no longer support him. Blessings to you as you deal with your cold and your \"crazy\" relatives. By the way, we all have at least one nut in the family tree.
Linda
swindy
swindy

Ken, My step-mother used to tell me that your body is just the house that God gave you to live in while here on earth. Your soul goes to heaven except the part that stays in your loved ones hearts forever. I hope you pass this little peice of wisdom on to Robin. Diane
deauxgirl
deauxgirl

Ken,
I believe my husband\'s soul left his body at his death. I also believe a part of him lives in me, and in the hearts of everyone he touched or loved. My wish for you, is to find some sort of peace, dealing with the loss of Abby. I know it is extremly hard to do. I also hope you find some sort of sign from her, that she is in a better place. I think I see signs from my husband all the time. My son actually has a picture from last Thanksgiving with orbs in my living room, while all the kids were playing.
Paula