tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396454317003009965.post7931408085225631972..comments2013-03-06T10:38:35.369-08:00Comments on Choosing Grace Today : Did your Daddy vote?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06688921065867620531noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396454317003009965.post-22657672663383706092012-11-07T18:31:25.865-08:002012-11-07T18:31:25.865-08:00Munchkin has a great lady for a mom, one who's...Munchkin has a great lady for a mom, one who's wounds are courageous and true. Thank you for voting, and thank you for teaching your child about it. Ferree Bowman Hardyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10739485535852107104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396454317003009965.post-4926895345881509742012-11-07T18:05:40.949-08:002012-11-07T18:05:40.949-08:00Since being widowed I have become very, very caref...Since being widowed I have become very, very careful of my "innocent" questions and comments - they can end up causing so much pain when we don't really mean for that to happen. Tears are a gift - they help us through - the "public" will just have to deal with it......His Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07941389591773753681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396454317003009965.post-29217006888959515082012-11-07T17:07:16.788-08:002012-11-07T17:07:16.788-08:00What strikes me is the answer Munchkin gave and th...What strikes me is the answer Munchkin gave and the woman's reaction. The world is filled with people who believe everything is as they perceive it, rather than as it is. I daresay your wounds are not as public as you perceive them. Were they, the woman would not have asked.<br /><br />Do not be ashamed to cry anywhere. Venting the negative emotions leaves room for more positive ones.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03564590539444409380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396454317003009965.post-84484260848168224982012-11-07T13:15:06.825-08:002012-11-07T13:15:06.825-08:00There are a lot of firsts that happen after a loss...There are a lot of firsts that happen after a loss. Kiki is right, not always fun to have the unexpected public cry. I can remember when I had to mark the status box "widowed" after my husband died at a doctor's appointment. Wish I could have ran out of there after I saw the glances of people in the room listening to me. <br />I am happy you were able to take your son and share the experience of voting together. <br />It's funny how kids don't miss a beat!<br />Samantha<br />SamanthaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396454317003009965.post-63664147979921304242012-11-07T12:55:59.456-08:002012-11-07T12:55:59.456-08:00Crying in public, at random interactions, is a lot...Crying in public, at random interactions, is a lot like hiccups. Can't stop it, feel betrayed by your body, and ya just have to wait it out. I once got caught up in crying at the grocery store so hard someone offered to call an ambulance for me. Which made me start laughing. Cause, really? An ambulance for a crying woman?? I think they were relieved when I finally left. After that incident I considered it my duty to show the world that life happens, and sometimes, so do tears. Big hugs to you. Never fun to have the unexpected public cry.Kikihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15508488208359638127noreply@blogger.com