Comments on: Three Airports, Two Days http://sidawson.org/2008/10/three-airports-two-days.html experiments in self-improvement Mon, 05 Jul 2010 09:48:55 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Sri http://sidawson.org/2008/10/three-airports-two-days.html/comment-page-1#comment-103 Sri Thu, 02 Apr 2009 04:06:35 +0000 http://sidawson.org/?p=42#comment-103 Thank you. Thank you.

]]> By: Si Dawson http://sidawson.org/2008/10/three-airports-two-days.html/comment-page-1#comment-102 Si Dawson Mon, 30 Mar 2009 00:25:53 +0000 http://sidawson.org/?p=42#comment-102 Wow, she's sounds amazing.<br><br>Firstly, I'd say, don't feel bad about being afraid. Particularly with someone we deeply love, fear of death can resonate very strongly. It's the deepest fear that all of us have. It's the big one.<br><br>Secondly, it's never too late to say goodbye. Just imagine her there in front of you, & talk to her. She'll be there.<br><br>I did exactly the same thing with my favourite grandma - was too afraid to really connect with her after she died. Still, I can feel she's always with me, so it's not so bad. Wow, she's sounds amazing.

Firstly, I'd say, don't feel bad about being afraid. Particularly with someone we deeply love, fear of death can resonate very strongly. It's the deepest fear that all of us have. It's the big one.

Secondly, it's never too late to say goodbye. Just imagine her there in front of you, & talk to her. She'll be there.

I did exactly the same thing with my favourite grandma — was too afraid to really connect with her after she died. Still, I can feel she's always with me, so it's not so bad.

]]> By: Sri http://sidawson.org/2008/10/three-airports-two-days.html/comment-page-1#comment-101 Sri Sun, 29 Mar 2009 18:42:40 +0000 http://sidawson.org/?p=42#comment-101 I was looking for your email to send you this comment because it is rather long and personal. but anyhooo...<br>I had a smiliar experience when my favourite grandma, who I was named after, died. She had lived with us all our lives, so she literally brought me and my brother up. She was a woman way way ahead of her times, and was, I would say, more progressive than even her own children. She had been educated only till the 4th grade, but that didn't stop her from pursuing her love of knowledge, especially related to spirituality. She had an iron will, was strong as an ox, and hand-washed all her clothes and starched them herself till she was 95. She had no serious health complaints- no high or low blood pressure, no diabetes, no heart ailments. <br>She was skinny and cooked up a storm and was realllly close to her daughter-in-law, my mum. While I was away in Canada, she fell down while at her ancestral house in Kerala and broke her hip. She was hospitalised, and when I heard, I was sure she would be ok. Nothing ever happened to my grandma afterall. Apparently when she was delirious in hospital from the medication, she would call out my name and my brother's name. She died when I was back home, an overnight journey by train. My brother and I didn't go to the funeral because we were cowards. We didn't think we could handle seeing her dead. <br>To date, I get the wringing feeling in my tummy when I think of it; and wonder why I never said goodbye. <br>Thanks for your post. It hit very close home. I was looking for your email to send you this comment because it is rather long and personal. but anyhooo…
I had a smiliar experience when my favourite grandma, who I was named after, died. She had lived with us all our lives, so she literally brought me and my brother up. She was a woman way way ahead of her times, and was, I would say, more progressive than even her own children. She had been educated only till the 4th grade, but that didn't stop her from pursuing her love of knowledge, especially related to spirituality. She had an iron will, was strong as an ox, and hand-washed all her clothes and starched them herself till she was 95. She had no serious health complaints– no high or low blood pressure, no diabetes, no heart ailments.
She was skinny and cooked up a storm and was realllly close to her daughter-in-law, my mum. While I was away in Canada, she fell down while at her ancestral house in Kerala and broke her hip. She was hospitalised, and when I heard, I was sure she would be ok. Nothing ever happened to my grandma afterall. Apparently when she was delirious in hospital from the medication, she would call out my name and my brother's name. She died when I was back home, an overnight journey by train. My brother and I didn't go to the funeral because we were cowards. We didn't think we could handle seeing her dead.
To date, I get the wringing feeling in my tummy when I think of it; and wonder why I never said goodbye.
Thanks for your post. It hit very close home.

]]> By: Si Dawson http://sidawson.org/2008/10/three-airports-two-days.html/comment-page-1#comment-105 Si Dawson Sat, 11 Oct 2008 12:25:29 +0000 http://sidawson.org/?p=42#comment-105 Thanks Georgia *hug* Thanks Georgia *hug*

]]> By: georgia http://sidawson.org/2008/10/three-airports-two-days.html/comment-page-1#comment-104 georgia Sat, 11 Oct 2008 12:14:19 +0000 http://sidawson.org/?p=42#comment-104 Huge warm hugs and positive thoughts to you at this time... Huge warm hugs and positive thoughts to you at this time…

]]> By: Si Dawson http://sidawson.org/2008/10/three-airports-two-days.html/comment-page-1#comment-107 Si Dawson Thu, 09 Oct 2008 15:59:27 +0000 http://sidawson.org/?p=42#comment-107 Thanks babe. *hug* Thanks babe. *hug*

]]> By: lynnivere http://sidawson.org/2008/10/three-airports-two-days.html/comment-page-1#comment-106 lynnivere Wed, 08 Oct 2008 21:33:02 +0000 http://sidawson.org/?p=42#comment-106 a word, a look, a hand to hold..<br>all more important than most realize<br><br>*hugs up* a word, a look, a hand to hold..
all more important than most realize

*hugs up*

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