tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048980129763777516.post364705922690370842..comments2022-12-13T01:29:22.352-08:00Comments on Under the Stinkwood Tree: The wackiness of happinessMiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15507370042400822339noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048980129763777516.post-5971089558874205162014-06-28T04:52:08.608-07:002014-06-28T04:52:08.608-07:00I love this poem!I love this poem!Miahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15507370042400822339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048980129763777516.post-85359703309499989442014-06-26T14:47:27.221-07:002014-06-26T14:47:27.221-07:00I'm so glad you enjoyed the post and that your...I'm so glad you enjoyed the post and that your father passed on such strengths!Miahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15507370042400822339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048980129763777516.post-85398791876712096612014-06-26T09:45:33.885-07:002014-06-26T09:45:33.885-07:00"On the other hand, a major loss, the death o..."On the other hand, a major loss, the death of my father, caused little change in my mood-o-meter. In fact, there might have been a tiny uptick in the "relief" department. After all, his final illness had triggered stress, guilt, pity and fear. And those feelings largely vanished when he did."<br /><br />I so connected with this; thank you. All my life I feared my father's passing. Now that he's gone, the fear is too. And in its place is the realization that at some point in my life I made the appropriate, healthy break that a child needs to make from her parents. My dad taught me to be independent, and I am. <br />--MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com