Glad you got to experience the French camping scene, which is indeed a world unto itself. Please know that you're in my thoughts and your words are taken to heart.
I still can’t imagine this world without your voice- I don’t know how much longer we get to have you here, but we’ll celebrate each moment- as long as we can. Your brave words will remain forever and inspire others fighting their own battles- and for those of us who aren’t facing terminal conditions, your words will inspire us to do better, be better and live more fully and in the moment. And not take a second of this life- or health, for granted. Not one second.
Like you, I also don’t understand why cancer is a remaining and “allowable” condition in accordance with the creator of the universe. I’ve lost loved ones and close friends to cancer and it’s a very valid question- if there truly is a benevolent and loving god, how can he or she allow such suffering in families and in children and in great people. Why can’t or won’t he heal us? And I don’t have those answers, but I still believe in the Almighty and I trust that someday those answers will be made clear- I just don’t understand either.
You're remarkable, in the best possible way, planning the way you are, even in the midst of what you're experiencing. In a more prosaic note, if you like those shows, try No Such Thing as a Fish
No one knows what is right or what to do in the face of grief. Whether we are the ones mourning or those trying to help or the person trying to prepare those who are going to be left behind: the one golden rule is to act, to insist on offering affection, or love or simply care, depending on the nature of the relationship. We are all human and we need to be held and rocked and those trying to help or wanting to help need to just forget about what seems right or wrong. Do it, offer it. Jennifer, you’re doing your family a world of good talking about this to other people.❤️❤️❤️.
I was just at my 35th college reunion, where one of our classmates talked about the recent death of his wife, who had been in a long term relationship with lymphoma. He said that after she was given her Most Unfortunate Diagnosis, and they had cried for a while, she said to him, "We'll know when I'm dying. Until then, I'm living." You're doing a brilliant job of that as well. Heaps of love to you and the Ts!
Dearest, dearest Niff, I love hearing about your racing children in the pool, and French camping. I'm glad you're spared living in Hungary like some of us.
This is MelTootsIssa... my dogs are got the byline instead of me, for some reason.
Also, I'd like to take care of some of your North American family. I know your uncle is ill, and I 🩵your mom's sister and her terrific boys. I'm good on Rebecca, too xoxoxo
Jennifer— thanks for your beautiful writing, I am amazed how you are able to wring out so much joy and love and adventure from every experience. It sounds like you have created a loving network for Tim and Theo. I am thinking of you and sending love.
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Glad you got to experience the French camping scene, which is indeed a world unto itself. Please know that you're in my thoughts and your words are taken to heart.
I love how this post is just *exploding* with your life force, even as you work to imagine the unimaginable. xoxo
I still can’t imagine this world without your voice- I don’t know how much longer we get to have you here, but we’ll celebrate each moment- as long as we can. Your brave words will remain forever and inspire others fighting their own battles- and for those of us who aren’t facing terminal conditions, your words will inspire us to do better, be better and live more fully and in the moment. And not take a second of this life- or health, for granted. Not one second.
Like you, I also don’t understand why cancer is a remaining and “allowable” condition in accordance with the creator of the universe. I’ve lost loved ones and close friends to cancer and it’s a very valid question- if there truly is a benevolent and loving god, how can he or she allow such suffering in families and in children and in great people. Why can’t or won’t he heal us? And I don’t have those answers, but I still believe in the Almighty and I trust that someday those answers will be made clear- I just don’t understand either.
You're remarkable, in the best possible way, planning the way you are, even in the midst of what you're experiencing. In a more prosaic note, if you like those shows, try No Such Thing as a Fish
No one knows what is right or what to do in the face of grief. Whether we are the ones mourning or those trying to help or the person trying to prepare those who are going to be left behind: the one golden rule is to act, to insist on offering affection, or love or simply care, depending on the nature of the relationship. We are all human and we need to be held and rocked and those trying to help or wanting to help need to just forget about what seems right or wrong. Do it, offer it. Jennifer, you’re doing your family a world of good talking about this to other people.❤️❤️❤️.
I was just at my 35th college reunion, where one of our classmates talked about the recent death of his wife, who had been in a long term relationship with lymphoma. He said that after she was given her Most Unfortunate Diagnosis, and they had cried for a while, she said to him, "We'll know when I'm dying. Until then, I'm living." You're doing a brilliant job of that as well. Heaps of love to you and the Ts!
Sending love and heartfelt appreciation for you and everything you share and illuminate with your writing.
Dearest, dearest Niff, I love hearing about your racing children in the pool, and French camping. I'm glad you're spared living in Hungary like some of us.
I love you, I'm thinking about you xoxo
This is MelTootsIssa... my dogs are got the byline instead of me, for some reason.
Also, I'd like to take care of some of your North American family. I know your uncle is ill, and I 🩵your mom's sister and her terrific boys. I'm good on Rebecca, too xoxoxo
This is MelTootsIssa by the way. I don't know why my dogs are getting bylines and aim not
Jennifer— thanks for your beautiful writing, I am amazed how you are able to wring out so much joy and love and adventure from every experience. It sounds like you have created a loving network for Tim and Theo. I am thinking of you and sending love.