tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post8480383554603155347..comments2024-03-28T11:38:34.959-05:00Comments on Leaves On My Tree: Forced To RememberEmma Springfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-74291862104538764172015-08-28T14:57:11.207-05:002015-08-28T14:57:11.207-05:00That is so true. I often make comments about how s...That is so true. I often make comments about how someone would feel about something to my children. We all can smile then and have a short discussion about the person. It does keep them alive in our hearts.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-67359812423445017372015-08-28T05:08:12.800-05:002015-08-28T05:08:12.800-05:00Dear Emma, I very often hear my late father, who h...Dear Emma, I very often hear my late father, who had a lot of humour, making a comment to a scene I see now - of course he is not here (and I miss him), but he is not forgotten. <br />As long as you remember them, as you do here, they are still with us. Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-62968778609442034182015-08-26T00:25:46.371-05:002015-08-26T00:25:46.371-05:00Ah yes. But have you noticed that you proceed with...Ah yes. But have you noticed that you proceed with a smile on your face?Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-50586457461159358082015-08-25T21:26:11.489-05:002015-08-25T21:26:11.489-05:00Sometimes I dream of departed loved ones, and like...Sometimes I dream of departed loved ones, and like to think, when the dream is over, we all return to our different mornings and proceed with life.Geo.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-12553849357615821532015-08-25T15:27:14.197-05:002015-08-25T15:27:14.197-05:00You are so right. It would be nice if all those re...You are so right. It would be nice if all those reminders were an ethereal hug from a loved one wouldn't it? I just know that they make me feel good.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-13154434943824038862015-08-25T15:24:15.903-05:002015-08-25T15:24:15.903-05:00Absolutely! And I have so many wonderful memories....Absolutely! And I have so many wonderful memories. I cherish each of them.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-12414401719164403082015-08-25T12:35:56.759-05:002015-08-25T12:35:56.759-05:00It's a touching post. I do believe that when w...It's a touching post. I do believe that when we are forced to remember our loved ones who parted, they want us to feel they are close. I don't have any proof to it but I choose to think that way. I know the "smell" of their presence. They also sometjmes visit me in my dreams even during afternoon naps. What I like is thst whenever they appear in my dreams, we are always happy together...just as if they are alive. <br /><br />Whst is left after we're all gone is beautiful memories. That is why what matters most in life is good relationships with others, with anyone because this is how we will be remembered & not by our riches or achievements.Marihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01160765895988797343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-39186057958937619832015-08-25T08:03:42.654-05:002015-08-25T08:03:42.654-05:00Alone, now, repeating the old scenes of life. The ...Alone, now, repeating the old scenes of life. The older we become, the more there is to remember.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.com