Comments on: Sleeping with the Diamonds On http://kate.tinypineapple.com/2010/01/sleeping-with-the-diamonds-on Mostly whimsy and drivel of no consequence. And CHEESE. Thu, 19 Aug 2010 07:17:24 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Kate Bartholomew http://kate.tinypineapple.com/2010/01/sleeping-with-the-diamonds-on/comment-page-1#comment-2439 Kate Bartholomew Sun, 24 Jan 2010 05:13:25 +0000 http://kate.tinypineapple.com/?p=1374#comment-2439 Thank you never seems sufficient, but thank you, My Friend. Thank you never seems sufficient, but thank you, My Friend.

]]> By: robyn http://kate.tinypineapple.com/2010/01/sleeping-with-the-diamonds-on/comment-page-1#comment-2438 robyn Sun, 24 Jan 2010 04:50:18 +0000 http://kate.tinypineapple.com/?p=1374#comment-2438 I knew you'd write this post. I just had to give myself some time in between them. Oh how I love your grandmother. She shaped you into the best person. Yes, the best. Pull away the world's torment and find inside a person with a heart of gold willing to go to the end of the walk for most any of us. I just know it. My father-in-law died of multiple myloma a few years back. He suffered terribly. After a night of sitting with him, my husband, came home to shower and clean up. As soon as he exited the shower the phone call came. He was gone. We rushed over to be with M-I-L, and found the most beautiful shell of a man. He had suffered so much, death was a welcome respite. Peace at last. Please don't let my rambling diminish the words about your grandmother. It was when you spoke of stroking her smooth forehead that it took me back to that time and my astonishment that death truly can be a respite and peaceful. I knew you’d write this post. I just had to give myself some time in between them. Oh how I love your grandmother. She shaped you into the best person. Yes, the best. Pull away the world’s torment and find inside a person with a heart of gold willing to go to the end of the walk for most any of us. I just know it.

My father-in-law died of multiple myloma a few years back. He suffered terribly. After a night of sitting with him, my husband, came home to shower and clean up. As soon as he exited the shower the phone call came. He was gone. We rushed over to be with M-I-L, and found the most beautiful shell of a man. He had suffered so much, death was a welcome respite. Peace at last.

Please don’t let my rambling diminish the words about your grandmother. It was when you spoke of stroking her smooth forehead that it took me back to that time and my astonishment that death truly can be a respite and peaceful.

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