tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456461102167226695.post2575830345467299854..comments2023-09-28T13:56:17.927+01:00Comments on burble: I couldn't do itBarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484695553612265127noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456461102167226695.post-35934530389833542392009-12-05T06:15:35.545+00:002009-12-05T06:15:35.545+00:00We don't really celebrate thanksgiving or chri...We don't really celebrate thanksgiving or christmas but there holidays are so hard on us. We do not go out because the sight of families laughing together makes us want to cry - why don't we have a baby like everyone else? So we watch TV - but there is no escape from kids and parents - they are everywhere - and Sunil says "that is natural...everyone has kids"...but not us...we don't!!!Akul's mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02731802741502891348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456461102167226695.post-7656130870438189142009-12-05T01:00:14.858+00:002009-12-05T01:00:14.858+00:00It's okay. Whenever - or if ever - you're...It's okay. Whenever - or if ever - you're ready. ((Hugs)) honey.Bluebirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05026618678540051581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456461102167226695.post-60644234618154818622009-12-04T22:27:20.058+00:002009-12-04T22:27:20.058+00:00Sending you big hugs, Barbara.Sending you big hugs, Barbara.Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17681333723382119281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456461102167226695.post-38863222986921176242009-12-04T22:25:59.093+00:002009-12-04T22:25:59.093+00:00Oh Barb. I wish it wasn't all so stinking hard...Oh Barb. I wish it wasn't all so stinking hard and painful. Love you xxxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456461102167226695.post-50700505528569107662009-12-04T21:54:54.343+00:002009-12-04T21:54:54.343+00:00The first Christmas is really, really hard. I mad...The first Christmas is really, really hard. I made some paper ornaments and a stocking for Aodin for the first Christmas, and I cried through the whole process. You just have to take it one day at a time and know you're going to cry a lot more and it's alright. George is with you both in spirit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456461102167226695.post-1415290687047900362009-12-04T21:44:37.255+00:002009-12-04T21:44:37.255+00:00It's going to be a blue Christmas for all of u...It's going to be a blue Christmas for all of us. Sending you HUGS!Franchescahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08362049658761399255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456461102167226695.post-87998211835876921212009-12-04T21:30:55.882+00:002009-12-04T21:30:55.882+00:00I love a real tree. There's something about t...I love a real tree. There's something about the smell that makes those bazillion needles worth the mess. Sorry you're missing George on what should have been his first Christmas Barb. It's such a lonely time of year. Sending you hugs...margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16494588299838654564noreply@blogger.com