tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11203768.post3267966010428648600..comments2023-09-09T08:05:00.789-05:00Comments on I Don't Know Where the Angels Sleep: Being Nobody's SonIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315227626348856638noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11203768.post-7384870555154623932009-05-17T22:45:00.000-05:002009-05-17T22:45:00.000-05:00I am so glad you shared this. After working with h...I am so glad you shared this. After working with hospice for two years I learned that all people grieve differently, but I have never really thought about the loss of identity. <br /><br />On a personal note, my little boy was giving me a really good hug tonight and I made him promise that he would still hug me like that even when he is as big as his daddy. As a mom, I hope my son still wants me Emily :)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01003017050118425897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11203768.post-25858330238678665962009-05-14T22:24:00.000-05:002009-05-14T22:24:00.000-05:00Thanks for opening yourself up. I have thought ma...Thanks for opening yourself up. I have thought many times about the day I will have to face this with either of my parents (assuming I don't check out first), and it's really scary. I still talk to them regularly, and I would really be lost and disoriented myself if they were gone. As a side note, I don't think any man can be blamed for wanting his mom. Much love, brother.Lloydhttp://blog.floydius.comnoreply@blogger.com