tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997030659855997258.post33324983803750465..comments2021-02-21T21:23:20.084-08:00Comments on My Unintentional Life: The Funeral, Part IRosemaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04612893214653839459noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997030659855997258.post-71296537984396707692012-06-21T04:10:57.085-07:002012-06-21T04:10:57.085-07:00Yes...I relate to that slow motion feeling. Amen....Yes...I relate to that slow motion feeling. Amen.Rosemaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04612893214653839459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997030659855997258.post-12747780632011505492012-06-20T22:46:24.339-07:002012-06-20T22:46:24.339-07:00Hey, this is Deanna. I wrote this recently just as...Hey, this is Deanna. I wrote this recently just as a FB post. It's nothing major but also thoughts about someone passing. In my case, it was Ray Bradbury.<br /><br />The world is different when one of us leaves it. It always amazes me that nothing stops, that things still happen, that others still wake up and attend to their duties, enjoy their activities, because everything feels odd to me. The air is even different, perhaps missing the breath of the life lost. I feel like I am in slow motion while nature and others are speeding around me. Even the trees, bending gently in the breeze, are swaying in life affirming motions, but what i see is different, because someone is not here to share it with me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997030659855997258.post-33112420856021512792012-06-16T20:23:38.746-07:002012-06-16T20:23:38.746-07:00Thanks. There are some fires without heat...Nice p...Thanks. There are some fires without heat...Nice perspective...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com