tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post4666583916951201524..comments2023-06-17T03:38:57.128-04:00Comments on The Squashed Bologna: a slice of life in the sandwich generation: My Heart, Her HeartVardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542045802860922751noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-3553783286906760342012-07-01T18:49:45.079-04:002012-07-01T18:49:45.079-04:00The language of the heart is not contained in mere...The language of the heart is not contained in mere words, but in the look in the eyes, the touch, the breath. I am sure that your mother knows what you can't say.TMWHickmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11099277984216556857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-43217606805905195642012-07-01T02:12:33.360-04:002012-07-01T02:12:33.360-04:00Beautiful. Heartbreaking. Raw.
I love love love t...Beautiful. Heartbreaking. Raw.<br /><br />I love love love this post. <3My Inner Chickhttp://myinnerchick.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-3291576598981830932012-06-30T22:26:13.760-04:002012-06-30T22:26:13.760-04:00Your post brought tears to my eyes... I remembere...Your post brought tears to my eyes... I remembered my grand- mother when she was at the hospital... I miss her very much. I'm gonna pick up the phone now and call my mum and tell her how much I love her. Sending you positive energy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-30531939793140668332012-06-30T15:32:03.091-04:002012-06-30T15:32:03.091-04:00It's the constant responsibility that never le...It's the constant responsibility that never leaves you, they are there in your thoughts and worries every second of the day and night. It's an exhausting task but you're doing brilliantly and your mother is so appreciative. Take your advice and enjoy the time you have together. But also make the time for your children and also you. You need breathing and thinking time. Stay strong. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-9275215823873848252012-06-30T14:12:45.430-04:002012-06-30T14:12:45.430-04:00Heartbreaking. I can't begin to understand wh...Heartbreaking. I can't begin to understand what this feels like. You are doing your best. Stay strong.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-88519504790827949892012-06-30T13:41:21.179-04:002012-06-30T13:41:21.179-04:00I send you love, every day. Every day, my own lit...I send you love, every day. Every day, my own little heart is with you.Glori B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02879149420445359645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-8435321524359870702012-06-30T11:07:51.363-04:002012-06-30T11:07:51.363-04:00What a dear, heartfelt post. Blessings to you and ...What a dear, heartfelt post. Blessings to you and your mother.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-31428393029473087762012-06-30T07:53:59.436-04:002012-06-30T07:53:59.436-04:00No now ever tells you. So very true.No now ever tells you. So very true.kisatrtlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08831014017505568022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-40362366522223614052012-06-30T02:02:33.849-04:002012-06-30T02:02:33.849-04:00I have no words for the heartbreak and sadness you...I have no words for the heartbreak and sadness you must be feeling. I'm so sorry it has to be this way.Robbie Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355421896613106268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-52906942046151654572012-06-28T20:17:58.019-04:002012-06-28T20:17:58.019-04:00(Lame, lame, lame, but all I could come up with on...<em>(Lame, lame, lame, but all I could come up with on short notice.)</em><br /><br />No,not lame at all. Your mother will know if you are lying. And anyway, no one ever knows exactly how much is left. You give her a precious gift when you reassure her that you are present for her. You are a loving and loved daughter. We cannot be everywhere at once. You are where you need to be when you need to be...<br /><br />Thinking of you.Rebecca Einstein Schorrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09304661918070274646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-88868880793720960212012-06-28T20:09:59.503-04:002012-06-28T20:09:59.503-04:00I hear you so clearly. It is nearly 2 years since ...I hear you so clearly. It is nearly 2 years since I lost my mother at age 91. She was my best friend, my support, my most wonderful mother, the best of all mothers to me.<br /><br />I miss her with every fibre of my being.<br /><br />We were in a different situation. She lived in her own home until that last hospital admission. She had community care support, but still most of the important things fell to me. Companionship, conversation, caring, and so much more.<br /><br />We were lucky. The home we built her was only 3 blocks from us, I could be there in 2 minutes flat. But having an elderly mother, and two young boys - one on the autism spectrum - meant I was torn in two. Constantly.<br /><br />I miss her. And in my heart I know I did everything I possibly could, and that never did she blame or not love me right back.<br /><br />But that constant responsibility, that desire to be in at least two if not three or more places at once, that feeling of not doing, being enough. I do not miss that.<br /><br />xx<br />Know you are not alone.Madmotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18189416781378632230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-80908759343910788972012-06-28T15:57:54.113-04:002012-06-28T15:57:54.113-04:00It's hard when our parents get frail and we kn...It's hard when our parents get frail and we know we have less and less time with them.<br />My thoughts of the days and months before both my parents died are peppered with good and bad memories. Bad that i knew soon they would no longer be with us, bad that my brother and sister accused me of not doing enough - like running around, chasing my tail and fitting everybody else's need wasn't enough. But the good memories are mostly of my dad and how good he was with my kids and how much they all loved each other, and the confidence i now have to turn round to people - like brother and sister and say "NO MORE".<br />Enjoy what time you have together.<br />Be gentle on yourself - you are MUM, not superwoman - if someone hits you, you hurt. SO don't let anyone pull you down.<br />Love and hugs from meJuliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609645828842316013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-69239589183487756182012-06-28T10:10:46.894-04:002012-06-28T10:10:46.894-04:00Ah, but you ARE. You are telling us. Me. You are t...Ah, but you ARE. You are telling us. Me. You are telling us what it may be like someday. And, like childbirth, I can only assume that it is nothing like I am imagining, even though you describe it so well. But at least I have an idea of what might come. My husband's grandmother has been in a state of rapid decline for many, many years. Every year we make sure to celebrate every single holiday, just in case it's her last. And we know that one day, it will be the last. It's difficult to be so limited in what we can do for her...tracey.becker1@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09606831315390042198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-40550089412716654172012-06-28T04:45:35.832-04:002012-06-28T04:45:35.832-04:00No-one else can write about this like you Varda xx...No-one else can write about this like you Varda xxLooking for Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10010049814419812468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-74679168197712600182012-06-27T22:10:16.398-04:002012-06-27T22:10:16.398-04:00She looks so sweet! I'm sorry. I can't ima...She looks so sweet! I'm sorry. I can't imagine how hard it must be to watch her suffer.Adriennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18065409375913634202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-81046425291540736932012-06-27T15:31:09.762-04:002012-06-27T15:31:09.762-04:00How could anyone ever find the words?
My grandm...How could anyone ever find the words? <br /><br />My grandmother was my mother and when I lost her, I remember this only thought: "This. THIS is what a broken heart feels like. Not all the boyfriends of the past, but THIS."<br /><br />Ever since, any love lost ballad I hear on the radio is with my grandmother's face in mind, never an old flame's.Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-66371743369963718352012-06-27T15:14:30.559-04:002012-06-27T15:14:30.559-04:00My mom slipped away over years and then months, da...My mom slipped away over years and then months, days, hours. My sister is my heroine - she took such good care of her. You are a heroine too.Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02647220453777040327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-13174543123522333942012-06-27T12:26:06.805-04:002012-06-27T12:26:06.805-04:00I read every post about you and your mother knowin...I read every post about you and your mother knowing that this will be me one day. Your insight is invaluable.Rachel Selbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13113411205306116614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-87050225468074504142012-06-27T12:00:36.151-04:002012-06-27T12:00:36.151-04:00My heart hurts for you, Varda. You are doing every...My heart hurts for you, Varda. You are doing everything you can. She knows that. xo.anymommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11317877435130121894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-74248658383762788852012-06-27T11:55:29.851-04:002012-06-27T11:55:29.851-04:00Not a lame response at all- I think your words wer...Not a lame response at all- I think your words were perfect. xoShellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811697675090627618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-84576249797614458712012-06-27T11:32:19.643-04:002012-06-27T11:32:19.643-04:00My goodness, look at that photo! Look at the love...My goodness, look at that photo! Look at the love and gratitude and understanding in that face! It may not ever feel like you are doing enough, but you are doing so very much, and it is clear she knows. Such a Mitzvah. Cherish that understanding. It may<br /> fade as time passes, and that will be even harder. You are doing so well!<br />-e-Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-74452303468527989082012-06-27T11:25:47.255-04:002012-06-27T11:25:47.255-04:00It's so hard when you want and need to be two ...It's so hard when you want and need to be two or three places at one time. Knowing that you are doing your very best is probably small comfort, but it's worth reminding yourself on a regular basis.<br /><br />You ARE a good daughter...and your mom would be the first to say so.<br /><br />=)Susan Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16049586085703324088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-71799146135702492302012-06-27T11:19:24.093-04:002012-06-27T11:19:24.093-04:00Oh, I cannot even imagine. I'm so sorry for wh...Oh, I cannot even imagine. I'm so sorry for what you're going through, and sending you both lots and lots of hugs.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06957238407666666350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-80683505885096283012012-06-27T10:53:15.853-04:002012-06-27T10:53:15.853-04:00Love to you, Varda. It's awfully hard.Love to you, Varda. It's awfully hard.Magpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15460136246441367993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-66792867300966242312012-06-27T10:30:42.905-04:002012-06-27T10:30:42.905-04:00Stay positive!
Stopping by from Shell's PYHO!...Stay positive!<br /><br />Stopping by from Shell's PYHO!Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16248935374379919175noreply@blogger.com