That is bad news indeed. Hope you get through this.
sorry xx
oh no. Moobs, Penny, thoughts are with you.
xxxxxxxxx
Big hugs. Thinking of you both…
You’ve been in my thoughts all week long. Thanks for letting us know.
xxxxx from me too.
My heart sank when I read that. I’m so sorry x
Shedding tears for you today. God is there in the struggle even if its hard to see. I promise.
Shit!
((((((((HUGS))))))))
Thoughts and prayers are with you and Penny from across that big body of water, Moobs. *hugs*
Oh no…
I’m so very sorry. My thoughts are with you both.
So very sorry…
I am so so sorry. My heart aches for you both.
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Damn.
((((((((((((((M & P)))))))))))))))
No words. Just thoughts.
I’m so sorry. My thoughts are with you and P.
🙁
Sorry to hear it’s not the news you’re waiting for……
I am very sorry……
There is NOTHING I can say that will help ……
so i won’t.
No words 🙁
No…
Thanks all I can’t tell you how much I appreciated your comments.
They made me cry at my desk yesterday which, I think, has killed off my reputation as a hard man litigator.
Yesterday was hard.Pa nd I both feel a bit better today. I’ve been trying to decide whether to write about yesterday or not. The thought of it gives me a slightly uneasy feeling. It reminds me of the story of Monet painting his dying wife and getting frustrated at having to alter his pallette as the colour drained from her:
Though he kept Camille Monet on her Deathbed in his own possession for most of his life, the painting has since become one of his most well-known works.
“I caught myself watching her tragic forehead,” he wrote afterwards to a friend, “almost mechanically observing the sequence of changing colours that death was imposing on her rigid face. Blue, yellow, grey and so on… my reflexes compelled me to take unconscious action in spite of myself.”
If you find you don’t want to write about it, and write something completely and deliberately different in tone, that’s perfectly understandable, and we’d get it…
I hope today’s better for you both, and tomorrow better still.
Oh Moobs…I’m sorry…I’m sending you and P my best…and then some.
I am losing track of the number of times I’ve come onto this entry, meaning to leave a comment and finding that yet again, words have failed me…
So sorry. What else can I say?
My heart sank when I read the news and reading the comments here is just as moving …
All the best for you and P
I’m so very sorry.
I’m so very sorry, Moobs.
Please come back to us, Moobs. WE miss you!! Monday sucks without you!
So sorry. Be gentle with yourselves.
So sorry moobs and penny. Thinking of you both.
That is bad news indeed. Hope you get through this.
sorry xx
oh no. Moobs, Penny, thoughts are with you.
xxxxxxxxx
Big hugs. Thinking of you both…
You’ve been in my thoughts all week long. Thanks for letting us know.
xxxxx from me too.
My heart sank when I read that. I’m so sorry x
Shedding tears for you today. God is there in the struggle even if its hard to see. I promise.
Shit!
((((((((HUGS))))))))
Thoughts and prayers are with you and Penny from across that big body of water, Moobs. *hugs*
Oh no…
I’m so very sorry. My thoughts are with you both.
So very sorry…
I am so so sorry. My heart aches for you both.
=-\
Damn.
((((((((((((((M & P)))))))))))))))
No words. Just thoughts.
I’m so sorry. My thoughts are with you and P.
🙁
Sorry to hear it’s not the news you’re waiting for……
I am very sorry……
There is NOTHING I can say that will help ……
so i won’t.
No words 🙁
No…
Thanks all I can’t tell you how much I appreciated your comments.
They made me cry at my desk yesterday which, I think, has killed off my reputation as a hard man litigator.
Yesterday was hard.Pa nd I both feel a bit better today. I’ve been trying to decide whether to write about yesterday or not. The thought of it gives me a slightly uneasy feeling. It reminds me of the story of Monet painting his dying wife and getting frustrated at having to alter his pallette as the colour drained from her:
Though he kept Camille Monet on her Deathbed in his own possession for most of his life, the painting has since become one of his most well-known works.
“I caught myself watching her tragic forehead,” he wrote afterwards to a friend, “almost mechanically observing the sequence of changing colours that death was imposing on her rigid face. Blue, yellow, grey and so on… my reflexes compelled me to take unconscious action in spite of myself.”
If you find you don’t want to write about it, and write something completely and deliberately different in tone, that’s perfectly understandable, and we’d get it…
I hope today’s better for you both, and tomorrow better still.
Oh Moobs…I’m sorry…I’m sending you and P my best…and then some.
I am losing track of the number of times I’ve come onto this entry, meaning to leave a comment and finding that yet again, words have failed me…
So sorry. What else can I say?
My heart sank when I read the news and reading the comments here is just as moving …
All the best for you and P
I’m so very sorry.
I’m so very sorry, Moobs.
Please come back to us, Moobs. WE miss you!! Monday sucks without you!
Come back Moobs… Please come back…
Oh hell Moobs. So sorry.
Hey, I kinda miss you Moobs!