Thoughtprints

maybe because you havent lost her...she is still with you and always will be:) sometimes they give us gifts taht are hard to see, maybe this little "slip" is really a reminder from her that she is not so far away after all *hugs and much llove* always, min

I've been coming here for a while now but this is the first time I've ever left a comment even if I've wanted to many times in the past...

I'm so very sorry about your mother passing... I have had many losses in my life... and yes I hate that word... "loss" any form of it...

I believe ...what min said before me... your mother is still with you... and she always will be... just as I believe that my loved ones are still with me.... I believe we never really "lose" our loved ones... True.. they aren't with us in person... but as long as we remember them... and keep our memories of them in our hearts they are not "lost" ...

Min & Gabriel said it. ;) ((((Leigh))))

Oh Leigh... your new layout brought tears to my eyes... it's beautiful!!!! and I agree with the comments already left here. :)

(((((HUGS)))))))

Once, maybe a slip; twice, reveals exactly what's in your heart.

I'm so glad you're dropping in here, Leigh.

Min, I think you're absolutely right. :)))

Gabriel, I sincerely thank you for taking the time to come by; I appreciate so much the fact that you felt you could leave your thoughts here and share your feelings with me -- THANK YOU! :)

Debbie, I love ya', Girlfriend! ((((HUGGG))))

Liz, you sweet girl, you. ((((big hug)))) I hope you are well and feeling content. Thank you for opening your heart to me. :)

Leslie, I completely agree with you. I was just typing what I felt in my heart. And thank you, my friend, for being glad I'm dropping in. :)

((((hugs all around))))

Hello Leigh,

I have always had much identification with the emotions you have shared... perhaps most of all, the intensity with which you appear to seek out understanding and a desire to change those things that block us from "feeling" whole and complete.

The passing of my own mother was probably one of the most powerful, and most encouraging experience I've ever had. She waited for me to be there, and I was with her when her being shed her humanly skin. It may sound strange, but it was one of the most intimate and healing of things that my mother and I have ever done together. Our relationship has not ended, only changed in its appearance.

I trust same is true for you and your mom.

lorelei