Saturday, August 11, 2007

NOT TRAVELED

I’m reading Cormac McCarthy’s The Road today. Today he would have turned 10 years old.

“No list of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. So, he whispered to the sleeping boy. I have you.”

I love you, Charlie. Happy birthday.

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  1. Happy Birthday Charlie!

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  2. Hey buddy,

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  3. Mrs. Blaaagh and I are thinking of you all today, and hoping you have peaceful Saturday to be together as a family.
    love,
    B.

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  4. Give the family an extra hug from all of us.

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  5. I am very sorry for the evident grief behind this post. My heart goes out to you and your family.

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  6. I'm going to say a prayer for your son, Dennis. I hope, in time, that the grief becomes manageable. No one should have to experience what you're experiencing. I am a father and I can't imagine what it must be like to lose a child. The Road, I think, is actually a very uplifiting book. I hope it brings you pleasure and helps seal the cracks in your heart. God bless.

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  7. My thoughts are with you as well.

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  8. In the face of such grief, words fail me. You are loved, Dennis.

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  9. We have included in our prayers that god provide you and Patty the wisdom and strength to help you find the peace you seek in remembering Charlie. With Love, Murray and Karen.

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  10. It always amazes me how the rogue waves of grief hit us broadside. My heart is with you.

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  11. My heart goes out to you. Wishes of peace and love to you and yours.

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  12. I just wanted you all to know how much I appreciate your kindness and your love. It really does mean a lot to me and my wife. We always end these anniversary weeks with the hope that it'll somehow get a little easier, and maybe someday it will. For now, there are the still shattering memories, and our love for our little boy. But there is also the knowledge that, as Matt said, we too are loved. What more could anyone need?

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