tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731032881562675775.post7900711907922820280..comments2023-11-18T11:17:34.022+00:00Comments on jill teague - out of the blue writing: Long Pale CorridorsJill Teaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03885938015255311329noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731032881562675775.post-66795468590092586762013-06-17T21:09:35.223+01:002013-06-17T21:09:35.223+01:00So sorry, dear Jill, that I am just reading this n...So sorry, dear Jill, that I am just reading this now. But oh, I feel as you do about losing our loved ones. I will deeply grieve when my mother passes, even though she has caused me such distress over my lifetime. She is still my mom, the one who cares about me, through it all. And since my dad is gone now, I find myself talking to me off and on, as if he is still there to listen. Perhaps now he is, after all. I like that to think that. Of course, I want to be like that after I am gone, still listening to my son, too. <br /><br />Your poem is so poignant. So real. So full of our possibility of asking what we would want to change in our lives. That's what we still have left, isn't it, after all? Poetnessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06877611563485565328noreply@blogger.com