tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120593322934217357.post976990590471686773..comments2023-11-10T00:56:30.857-08:00Comments on Existential Neighborhood: For My Daughter's FriendJane Dunnewoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16254943030333257172noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120593322934217357.post-6258168095069819932011-04-19T04:00:44.882-07:002011-04-19T04:00:44.882-07:00A thousand thanks for sharing your thoughts in thi...A thousand thanks for sharing your thoughts in this beautiful poem.arts4allhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06251970436965021618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120593322934217357.post-91557037872650081642011-04-17T12:40:12.161-07:002011-04-17T12:40:12.161-07:00The boy knows the Truth, too well he knows it. You...The boy knows the Truth, too well he knows it. Your caring helps, your touch, the friend your daughter is--friendship helps. Being with him in grief. Going to coffee but don't wait for him to call, she must do it. It is people who help us to walk through that incredibly lonesome valley. We have to walk it on our own, as the song says. But others can join the walk from time to time, hugs at church, phone calls, e-mails. Even people I don't particularly like have reached out to me with cards and words and greetings. Yes, the Truth is that that boy's father, that my dear husband is truly gone. Over the horizon where I will never see him, but Truth is also that people here are all we have. Send the boy a card, encourage your daughter to take him to coffee or to lunch. Maybe write a card to the boy's mother. We are all God's angels when we reach out.Jackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04730298448632087144noreply@blogger.com