tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061553352521825408.post5605346283954189462..comments2023-06-10T05:16:13.998-04:00Comments on Peace Be With You: MemoriesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061553352521825408.post-17469408509458504932015-04-04T20:58:44.026-04:002015-04-04T20:58:44.026-04:00Karen, I live just blocks from the beach but no lo...Karen, I live just blocks from the beach but no longer go there because walking on the sand just doesn't work anymore. Here, I'm remembering what it used to feel like. <br /><br />Gail, OMG, how I miss dancing! I used to dance for hours! Yeah, I miss dancing a great deal.<br /><br />Robert, to lose something so significant and so self defining as playing your organ really brings home the cost of this miserable disease. I know you do an amazing job finding joy in the life you have, but a loss is a loss.<br /><br />Muff, yes, this is a reverie of times past. I live a life now so removed from those realities that I feel I must remind myself of the memories. I don't want to forget what they felt like.<br /><br />Hilda, yes, a constant theft. All encompassing. Across time. Across generations. Across relationships. The list goes on.<br />Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07141627284221873201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061553352521825408.post-79346849324704952962015-04-01T17:40:59.537-04:002015-04-01T17:40:59.537-04:00MS steals what once was as well as what could have...MS steals what once was as well as what could have been. The constant theft etches the soul and does not allow for optimism.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01207871010525249029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061553352521825408.post-54131078966459295592015-04-01T16:52:46.728-04:002015-04-01T16:52:46.728-04:00I'm assuming that this poem is a reverie of ti...I'm assuming that this poem is a reverie of times past? I loved walking along the shore, but it's been a long time since I've had the pleasure. Running up stairs? Funny. I can barely walk up a flight! Seeing a movie is still in my realm of CanDo, but the prep time prohibits my doing it. Ahhh, sweet memories.Muffiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04542678482763101104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061553352521825408.post-38564664100440293042015-04-01T13:11:24.001-04:002015-04-01T13:11:24.001-04:00Well said indeed! Me, I'll take playing the or...Well said indeed! Me, I'll take playing the organ over waling on the beach, but after I've "organized" enough (as it were), I'll definitely take a walk on the sand!Robert Parkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00861491569742630629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061553352521825408.post-85178673955018079332015-04-01T11:39:50.411-04:002015-04-01T11:39:50.411-04:00Hi Judy - I,like you, recall warmly and sadly that...Hi Judy - I,like you, recall warmly and sadly that which I once could do. When I completed the application for disability one of the essay questions was about how having MS has changed my life - I remember writing, among other things not being able to dance.<br />Love to you<br />Gail<br />pecace.... Gailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11337675996256691215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061553352521825408.post-4030039398361851032015-04-01T01:04:04.115-04:002015-04-01T01:04:04.115-04:00I love sandy shores! I have to say, walking on san...I love sandy shores! I have to say, walking on sand is really difficult for me with the MS. Hope you enjoyed the film!Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07094543520943386032noreply@blogger.com