Comments on: Two Months After http://www.petertan.com/blog/2003/09/11/two-months-after/ Living One Day At A Time Tue, 06 Jan 2009 12:05:43 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.5 By: affin http://www.petertan.com/blog/2003/09/11/two-months-after/#comment-35 affin Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000 http://www.petertan.com/blog/archives/2003/09/11/two-months-after/#comment-35 Hang in there, man. It does get better with time. Keep in mind she is never far from you. I lost my dad almost three years now. I miss him a lot still. In my heart are all the happy memories. I never think of him as being gone for good. Just gone away for a while. And I look forward to meeting him again one day and catching up on lost time. Hang in there, and be happy. Your mum would want you to go on. she raised you to be a fighter. Hang in there, man. It does get better with time. Keep in mind she is never far from you.

I lost my dad almost three years now. I miss him a lot still. In my heart are all the happy memories.

I never think of him as being gone for good. Just gone away for a while. And I look forward to meeting him again one day and catching up on lost time.

Hang in there, and be happy. Your mum would want you to go on. she raised you to be a fighter.

]]> By: petertan http://www.petertan.com/blog/2003/09/11/two-months-after/#comment-36 petertan Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000 http://www.petertan.com/blog/archives/2003/09/11/two-months-after/#comment-36 Thank you for your words of encouragement. I know time will heal, but now, the wound is still bleeding fresh. Mum had walked with me on all my life's bitter journeys. However difficult it was, she never gave up. I did not have the opportunity to walk with her on hers. I sure hope I have inherited one of her best traits - perseverance. It is a strenuous task caring for a severely disabled adult son but Mum never once complained for all the nineteen years that she had looked after me. Mum was that magnanimous. Thank you for your words of encouragement. I know time will heal, but now, the wound is still bleeding fresh.

Mum had walked with me on all my life’s bitter journeys. However difficult it was, she never gave up. I did not have the opportunity to walk with her on hers.

I sure hope I have inherited one of her best traits - perseverance. It is a strenuous task caring for a severely disabled adult son but Mum never once complained for all the nineteen years that she had looked after me. Mum was that magnanimous.

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