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From: dahill227 on 27 Jan 2008 12:18
Taken from:
Deborah's Blog

http://www.respectance.com/members/050YGz0GTPPrPGi/blog/post/New-Years...another-year..sad-time_0GTjPCP0XPGi00x

New Years...Most difficult! - Dec 31, 2007 written by Debbie Hill

I have gotten through a tough Christmas..yes probably the most
difficult of my life so far. You do not ever think of a time
especially a holiday without those you love, but they come....and yes
they go. We dread them because they make us relive the wonderful
memories, the times we have shared with those we miss. Why dread?
Because the reality hits that we will not ever make new memories with
them again. It is difficult. We know that when the day comes each
second, each minute each hour we are reminded of the happiness we
had ... the past, with them. I know in my heart that we should
remember, appreciate and be thankful for the time we had, but it
doesn't make it any easier. For me, the New Year is most trying this
time. No matter where I have been, my enitire life, until this day,
on New Years Day at midnight exactly I was either with on the phone
with the greatest person I have ever known...my Mom. My kiss and hers
would be the first for each ...either on the cheek or into the phone!
I miss her so very much. Next would be Dad, and his calming voice
took away any fear, any anxiety I had. He was my protection, my
shield, my savior. I love you both with all of my heart and hope you
are happy wherever you are.



Love Debbie
From: Cindy's Mom on 27 Jan 2008 18:36
On Jan 27, 10:18 am, dahill227 <dahill...(a)gmail.com> wrote:
> Taken from:
> Deborah's Blog
>
> http://www.respectance.com/members/050YGz0GTPPrPGi/blog/post/New-Year...
>
> New Years...Most difficult! - Dec 31, 2007 written by Debbie Hill
>
> I have gotten through a tough Christmas..yes probably the most
> difficult of my life so far.  You do not ever think of a time
> especially a holiday without those you love, but they come....and yes
> they go.  We dread them because they make us relive the wonderful
> memories, the times we have shared with those we miss.  Why dread?
> Because the reality hits that we will not ever make new memories with
> them again.  It is difficult. We know that when the day comes each
> second, each minute each hour we are reminded of the happiness we
> had ... the past, with them. I know in my heart that we should
> remember, appreciate and be thankful for the time we had, but it
> doesn't make it any easier.  For me, the New Year is most trying this
> time.  No matter where I have been, my enitire life, until this day,
> on New Years Day at midnight exactly I was either with on the phone
> with the greatest person I have ever known...my Mom.  My kiss and hers
> would be the first for each ...either on the cheek or into the phone!
> I miss her so very much.  Next would be Dad, and his calming voice
> took away any fear, any anxiety I had.  He was my protection, my
> shield, my savior.  I love you both with all of my heart and hope you
> are happy wherever you are.
>
> Love Debbie

Hi Debbie..I am so sorry for your loss. Life is just not the sme
without our beloved ones in it. You so elequently worded why the
holidays are so difficult for us..we are just missing our special
people and they will never be replaced.thnks you for posting reading
others peoples struggles makes me aware that I am not alone in my
journey with grief. Judy, Cindy's Mom
From: Noon Cat Nick on 28 Jan 2008 00:10
It is winter and the new year.
Nobody knows you.
Away from the stars, from the rain of light,
you lie under the weather of stones.
There is no thread to lead you back.
Your friends doze in the dark
of pleasure and cannot remember.
Nobody knows you. You are the neighbor of nothing.
You do not see the rain falling and the man walking away,
the soiled wind blowing its ashes across the city.
You do not see the sun dragging the moon like an echo.
You do not see the bruised heart go up in flames,
the skulls of the innocent turn into smoke.
You do not see the scars of plenty, the eyes without light.
It is over. It is winter and the new year.
The meek are hauling their skins into heaven.
The hopeless are suffereing the cold with those who have nothing to hide.
It is over and nobody knows you.
There is starlight drifting on the black water.
There are stones in the sea no one has seen.
There is a shore and people are waiting.
And nothing comes back.
Because it is over.
Because there is silence instead of a name.
Because it is winter and the new year.

--Mark Strand
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