tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post1538538803140879984..comments2024-02-02T16:10:41.327-06:00Comments on Superman Sam: Birth...dayPhyllis Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654761832717723000noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-76337767819955526842013-12-30T17:53:10.127-06:002013-12-30T17:53:10.127-06:00I spend a lot of time remembering ricki my daughte...I spend a lot of time remembering ricki my daughter on holidays, what she did. The memories make me grateful to have had her as long as we did.<br /> But that "bitter-sweet" coloration a death in the family gives to holidays is just part of our new reality.<br /> Rickismomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04078192111057725026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-78068308572213254672013-12-28T19:50:14.461-06:002013-12-28T19:50:14.461-06:00I want to "comment" every time, every mo...I want to "comment" every time, every moment, you are ready to share. My stubborn Internet here in Honduras frustrates my attempts. But all I want to say, really, is thank you. Every word you write gives Sam a new niche in my own life. He blesses the Shabbat day of rest with memories. Let's just say, he is "resting" at 8, forever a child to hold, to carry up and up.MIGUELhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08796092791553724145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-69780474609291891852013-12-28T16:06:07.545-06:002013-12-28T16:06:07.545-06:00It is so difficult, I am sure, and even though my ...It is so difficult, I am sure, and even though my dear mother died on Veteran's Day, a veteran of her ailments, I know I can not entirely comprehend what you are going through. <br /><br />I wish you small increments of comfort, smiles and peace on your birthday. <br /><br />Hugs...<br /><br />Lorrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16675978659630519574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-54822343659932894672013-12-28T10:26:33.442-06:002013-12-28T10:26:33.442-06:00wishing you all the best . and a peaceful week. wishing you all the best . and a peaceful week. rochelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13500239033148201774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-17970690036093866542013-12-28T07:39:40.304-06:002013-12-28T07:39:40.304-06:00Wishing you a peaceful birthday and lots of hugs a...Wishing you a peaceful birthday and lots of hugs and kisses from those around you...Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11794107148535829792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-7717706970804316222013-12-27T16:40:16.826-06:002013-12-27T16:40:16.826-06:00Allow David, Yael, and Solly to help you figure ou...Allow David, Yael, and Solly to help you figure out the best way to recognize this year's birthday.Betty Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09118742350632677371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-33540368944755692572013-12-27T12:02:07.584-06:002013-12-27T12:02:07.584-06:00After my Father died on a Shabbat I was told that ...After my Father died on a Shabbat I was told that it is auspicious to die on this special day, and that only special souls do. <br /><br />In 2012 my grandson was born the day before Mother's Day and died the day after Mother's Day. My daughter-in-law had wanted to become a Mom by her 30th birthday. Less than 2 weeks after sweet Jonah died she turned 30. We acknowledged her birthday with "birthday greetings" and she went out for a little while with some close friends. But the word happy was not used by me that year. <br /><br />There are no rules, you make them up as you go along on this journey that is so hard and so different for everyone on it. <br /><br />Thank you for sharing - you have given us all a gift on this birthday. I wish you peace. Dayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08762640438443991709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-38505240477390929432013-12-27T11:51:42.206-06:002013-12-27T11:51:42.206-06:00The year after my son died, we didn't celebrat...The year after my son died, we didn't celebrate anything. We didn't really say "Happy" anything. I was 37 then. I just turned 40. It was the first birthday I have "celebrated" since losing Max. And, it finally feels ok again...though much different. And, yes, I completely relate to the feeling of dread AND of wondering how we could possibly keep getting older when our child isn't. It's not even possible....though its our reality. The other reality is that people WILL wish you a Happy Birthday and a Happy New Year and a Happy everything else and it will sound like nails on a chalkboard...and then slowly, slowly, you will regrow that protective shell that makes the things that people say a little less painful (but no less thoughtless). Sounds like most people around you are behaving appropriately though...I hope I am right.Abby Levisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15748394086960661826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-77542086608292810072013-12-27T11:04:22.943-06:002013-12-27T11:04:22.943-06:00I didn't see this before Shabbat, but I wish y...I didn't see this before Shabbat, but I wish you (belated) blessings on your birthday... and hope there were moments of sweetness shining through the grief.<br /><br />(And isn't it odd -- I'm 38, going on 39, and somehow it never occurred to me that you could be younger than I am. Your presence throughout this whole saga has been so rich and palpable -- I admire you so very much.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-57649943203682314472013-12-26T22:43:50.854-06:002013-12-26T22:43:50.854-06:00May it be a year of joy and blessings Phyllis. Is...May it be a year of joy and blessings Phyllis. Is that your Jewish or "regular" birthday?<br />In good health for all of you.Batyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09402874037427009327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-73740489632041290092013-12-26T22:10:03.872-06:002013-12-26T22:10:03.872-06:00Special days and everyday are all different now an...Special days and everyday are all different now and forever. Give yourself permission to just pause and not try to make anything new this year. Its hard enough just as it is. Just be and may be remember that without your birth, your children would be at all. So have an unbirthday this year and just take it day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute. Love the KornicksHelen Kornickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01487378590724411684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-62269422177411532122013-12-26T21:22:34.831-06:002013-12-26T21:22:34.831-06:00How about Yom Holedet Shalom? For your Shabbat bir...How about Yom Holedet Shalom? For your Shabbat birthday I hope you can have some measure of healing and peace.Idit Jacques Solomonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10837324810707646527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-65285836014389277022013-12-26T21:08:35.522-06:002013-12-26T21:08:35.522-06:00You do not have to celebrate, Phyllis, you do not ...You do not have to celebrate, Phyllis, you do not even have to acknowledge it. You only have to go with whatever you feel Saturday, and that will be enough. We are glad you're on this earth, and if that's enough to acknowledge a birthday, than that's enough. Anitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03757380542050143508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-77326273425451415832013-12-26T21:02:21.519-06:002013-12-26T21:02:21.519-06:00As always, I read your words, I feel your pain, I ...As always, I read your words, I feel your pain, I look at these photos of you with beautiful sammy and I cry. It is all just so wrong and so unfair.<br /><br />It was on my birthday this year that we were told that my son Caleb's cancer had returned with a vengeance, just when we'd thought we were almost home free. I don't see how I can ever hear the words "happy birthday" again.<br /><br />Sunday would have been Caleb's 7th birthday. He's almost your birthday twin.<br /><br />It's so awful, exactly as you said - how can we, and our family members, and the world, go on, age up - and our sons do not? The siblings, kinehurah, get older - and the age gap grows? It doesn't even make sense. It's inconceivable, it makes me not even know how to talk about it. <br /><br />I love your story about the elevator buttons. It shows that you are brilliant at mothering, and that Sam was a smart and on-the-ball kid, giving you your due but grabbing at life - at his chance to push those buttons.<br /><br />Sending you so much love.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00269331464632659168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462665789660058576.post-25628793802547310722013-12-26T19:29:11.471-06:002013-12-26T19:29:11.471-06:00May your birthday come and go, marking another yea...May your birthday come and go, marking another year for you, quietly this time. You are grieving, and you don't have to celebrate. Someday, you'll be willing to let your kiddos celebrate you and let you push all the buttons that day, but until you feel like it, you are not obligated to it. Spend the day as you wish, quietly contemplating or being loudly distracted. Just let it happen. Those who love you will hold you up, and those of us who care about your family through learning about Sam will send positive thoughts and healing wishes and hope that your next year will bring you strength and a modicum of peace.. Mindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15441701169716798092noreply@blogger.com