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Falling Lessons
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Falling Lessons |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace 
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Falling Lessons my grandmother’s hob nob milk glass bowl is my favorite today admiring, it was dust close carefully I two handed took it down placed a linen towel in the warm sink gently washed so many memories rinsing the bubbles down the drain tenderly took it out of the sink to dry as gravity took over and in a second the bowl hit the floor in fragments with everything else lately I slid to the floor tears welling in my eyes out of nowhere I clearly heard my grandmother, she said, “if you’re gonna fall without a net ya gotta know how to land” "no darkness has ever been deep enough to extinguish my personal knowledge of love" Anne Rice |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo dear Helen, This is a good one circus lady. I like it a lot. Love Bobby |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
Oh my heart broke when I read about its breaking...but wise words...great write. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
with so many glass-ware collectibles around the house, I can so totally relate...my heart aches for your tragedy...though I must admit, I tend to look at mine with dollar signs instead of memories...oh, well |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Ouch, that hurt, but on the other hand, you do have memories. I didnt have either grandma and feel that I missed out on a lot there. Ida |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Yes my dear friend. There always are tears, but rememeber, walking is a controlled form of falling. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I understand all too well... I keep unpacking boxes and finding ruin... could be why it's taking me so long. *S* And it hurts... {{{{{HUGS}}}}} Excellent write! |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Helen There are blessings we sometimes never see until they occur. The bowl was precious, but not nearly as precious as you getting to hear your grandmother whisper her wisdom to you when you needed it the most. Additionally, her validation of what you already knew, that she would always be there by your side in good times and bad, is truly a gift that will last your lifetime, and that you will be able to pass on to your children and theirs. Kind, loving people are immortal, just like your Grandmother. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Helen take those pieces that you love and you can do a mosaic design either on a table top or even make a trivet out of it or a picture and hang it on the wall...you don't have to lose the memories.  M |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms slick...everything I ever valued was (has become) made of metal.... enjoyed your fragile here |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
1slick_lady - sorry about the breakage, I could hear it crash when it landed... BC |
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YoungatHeart2 Member
since 2008-12-12
Posts 81 |
What a beautiful way to retell an experience that probably happened in five minutes but will give you pause for thought for a lifetime. Well done. |
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