tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916680.post4634807565202074303..comments2023-04-04T03:24:36.079-07:00Comments on Jack's Journey and Then Some: HopeAnnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10834197308019791700noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916680.post-38779775781215656152012-02-09T09:44:51.099-07:002012-02-09T09:44:51.099-07:00I know exactly how you feel!!!! My baby is three a...I know exactly how you feel!!!! My baby is three and we still are in that phase of thinking he will be off the vent someday. I think I have made peace with it, but my husband has not. He has said he will never give up on that. I dont know whos way is better, maybe we both need our own way..daniellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13931659113390388717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916680.post-56632002904245389592012-02-08T14:20:20.836-07:002012-02-08T14:20:20.836-07:00I find myself at a loss of words for this post. I...I find myself at a loss of words for this post. I wish I had something fantastic to say. But, I don't. Just know that my hope for you is that you know how much you mean to me - and many others. We love you, Jack and your family. You have impacted my life in a very positive way, and I am very thankful. <br /><br />Keep on keepin' on and do it any way you can. <br /><br />Love ya!<br />Christy xoxoChristyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12158503749591171395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916680.post-26216177668410247562012-02-01T17:22:14.675-07:002012-02-01T17:22:14.675-07:00Hope is a funny thing. Sometimes it helps us move ...Hope is a funny thing. Sometimes it helps us move forward, but sometimes it keeps us from moving on. You are a great mom, a wonderful person and I'm proud to call you friend.(((HUGS)))Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16092188894818322564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916680.post-3033189686909599682012-01-31T07:10:04.111-07:002012-01-31T07:10:04.111-07:00Love you, Ann. I sit here with goose bumps n tear...Love you, Ann. I sit here with goose bumps n tears as I feel ALL of your words. Even for a different Dx for my son Danny but all the needs for HOPE is still there. Thanks for allowing us to follow your journeys, Thanks for putting out there and saying it all. WE are NOT alone in this ~ HOPE is all we have <br /><br />oserofamily.blogspot.comLori Oserohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06326635505124702294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916680.post-47600292629929845172012-01-30T19:14:57.566-07:002012-01-30T19:14:57.566-07:00Thank you ladies! Love you lots.
Sandra - I do ...Thank you ladies! Love you lots. <br /><br />Sandra - I do need to blog more. If nothing else, I can post pictures. I'm just really trying to get to bed earlier these days. I need the sleep and it really cuts down on my blogging time. <br /><br />xoxoAnnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10834197308019791700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916680.post-2066390434453580642012-01-30T18:47:47.087-07:002012-01-30T18:47:47.087-07:00Beautifully written. I'm glad you are back to ...Beautifully written. I'm glad you are back to blogging. <br /><br />SandraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916680.post-59400752664494845252012-01-30T12:40:29.525-07:002012-01-30T12:40:29.525-07:00Well said Ann. Hope is a funny thing and your pos...Well said Ann. Hope is a funny thing and your post brought tears to my eyes. I'm a reader who never leaves comments so I thought I would today. :)Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01964629143227611187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916680.post-52959038812806714852012-01-30T09:09:32.021-07:002012-01-30T09:09:32.021-07:00Ahh, Hope, that little frenemy we all need but res...Ahh, Hope, that little frenemy we all need but resent at the same time. Because why else would we need hope unless we were at our lowest point? <br /><br />A friend gave me a necklace after Nate was born with the first part of the Emily Dickinson poem, "Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul..." Sometimes it would make me feel good and I would wear it for weeks at a time, others, I couldn't stand to look at it. <br /><br />Here's the rest of the poem: <br />Hope is the thing with feathers <br />That perches in the soul, <br />And sings the tune--without the words, <br />And never stops at all,<br /><br />And sweetest in the gale is heard; <br />And sore must be the storm <br />That could abash the little bird <br />That kept so many warm.<br /><br />I've heard it in the chillest land, <br />And on the strangest sea; <br />Yet, never, in extremity, <br />It asked a crumb of me.<br /><br />(I don't agree with the last of it, I think Hope asks for a great deal on our parts)CShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13514010137133683526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916680.post-39697970149921045342012-01-30T07:17:50.363-07:002012-01-30T07:17:50.363-07:00This is beautifully written, Ann. I'm crying ...This is beautifully written, Ann. I'm crying into my coffee. Hope may be the fuel that has gotten you through. I think you have done an excellent job of balancing your expectations and acceptance for Jack. He knows he is loved and that is enough.ssouthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06621157647829439359noreply@blogger.com