tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post114988236811682550..comments2024-02-15T23:41:36.425-08:00Comments on SIMPLY WAIT: BECAUSE THEY BOW TO YOU WHEN THEY SAY GOOD-BYEPatry Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1150381293160216742006-06-15T07:21:00.000-07:002006-06-15T07:21:00.000-07:00Wow, powerful piece of writing.a.Wow, powerful piece of writing.<BR/>a.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1150241090297186382006-06-13T16:24:00.000-07:002006-06-13T16:24:00.000-07:00"I thought, too, of my parents who always came out..."I thought, too, of my parents who always came out and stood in the driveway whenever a guest was leaving. They stood and watched until the visitor's car had totally disappeared from view. Now that my father is dead, my mother stands in the driveway alone."<BR/><BR/>This made me cry.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06853246232184157570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1150154358711342902006-06-12T16:19:00.000-07:002006-06-12T16:19:00.000-07:00A beautiful post. Well said, and by us, well read....A beautiful post. Well said, and by us, well read.<BR/><BR/>If only everyone would take a moment to acknowledge others with a bow, whether literal or not. It's the first step in understanding others. Respect.Brett Battleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03786471378650235415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1150118300342235872006-06-12T06:18:00.000-07:002006-06-12T06:18:00.000-07:00You are right about the bowing, and taking a momen...You are right about the bowing, and taking a moment to mark the leaving. Acknowledging the sacred. <BR/><BR/>But to this day, I cannot stand being watched when I leave. Perhaps something of the performer wishing to make my own exit, and not have the audience follow me backstage while I change. Or understanding the wisdom of never looking back.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1150063821776111432006-06-11T15:10:00.000-07:002006-06-11T15:10:00.000-07:00"You never know when you might be seeing someone f...<I>"You never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time."</I><BR/>That is something I think about a lot. It's a way of embracing life, the person, the present moment, appreciating, holding with honor, bowing to the moment and to the person. <BR/><BR/>Thank you, Patry.MBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14515233228776181123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149954454216214062006-06-10T08:47:00.000-07:002006-06-10T08:47:00.000-07:00Nice post!! Reminds me of when i was a kid visiti...Nice post!! Reminds me of when i was a kid visiting relatives in NY, we would be at the door for a good 15 min. saying goodbye.rdlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04062856086277201874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149950626378330732006-06-10T07:43:00.000-07:002006-06-10T07:43:00.000-07:00well putmy mother was the same(and i should have b...well put<BR/>my mother was the same<BR/>(and i should have bowed)<BR/>thank youflootshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01530734765701940680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149933804484183572006-06-10T03:03:00.000-07:002006-06-10T03:03:00.000-07:00This is beautiful writing. Thank you.This is beautiful writing. Thank you.Kay Cookehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01791873464409271216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149926899328002212006-06-10T01:08:00.000-07:002006-06-10T01:08:00.000-07:00patry, it was around 8am that I logged on, just to...patry, it was around 8am that I logged on, just to check emails and stuff, before I take a walk while it's cool and collect newspaper.<BR/><BR/>and then I read your post. the walk and the paper will have to wait, cos I can't go out with wet eyes. your Mum and mine agree. although, we always turned away just before they disappeared over the horizon "because you want to see them again".<BR/><BR/>"we don't acknowledge the sacred in every encounter, every conversation, every parting". so simple, so true.<BR/><BR/>I'm bowing as I leave now, and I acknowledge that your writing, always finds a way to my heart; even though I may not always comment. Go n'eiri and bothair leat, patry. (may the road rise with you).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149924078020917442006-06-10T00:21:00.000-07:002006-06-10T00:21:00.000-07:00This bought tears to my eyes. My mother always st...This bought tears to my eyes. My mother always stood in the driveway waving me goodbye, even in the last months of her life she would stand there in her dressing gown waving .... <BR/><BR/>I think your mother is right.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15022751588711849162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149911259492823462006-06-09T20:47:00.000-07:002006-06-09T20:47:00.000-07:00That's very gracious of your mom. It makes a beaut...That's very gracious of your mom. It makes a beautiful image in my mind.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149909611061548042006-06-09T20:20:00.000-07:002006-06-09T20:20:00.000-07:00What a beautiful thought. You have such a lovely ...What a beautiful thought. You have such a lovely way with words. Here tonight from Michele's.MsThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05549409687537066330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149909511776845362006-06-09T20:18:00.000-07:002006-06-09T20:18:00.000-07:00What a lesson to extend courtesy or affection at e...What a lesson to extend courtesy or affection at every parting as if it is the last. I love that. Thank you for this lovely post.Rebekahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06105270971959281644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149907664641661222006-06-09T19:47:00.000-07:002006-06-09T19:47:00.000-07:00"You never know when you might be seeing someone f..."You never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time." I love this and it is deeper than the cultural thing of treating a guest.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07479613153214548166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149906357567309922006-06-09T19:25:00.000-07:002006-06-09T19:25:00.000-07:00Such a lovely thought and so true. My Mom also lo...Such a lovely thought and so true. My Mom also lost my Dad and I know she misses him every day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149905238704905102006-06-09T19:07:00.000-07:002006-06-09T19:07:00.000-07:00ohhhhh, patry. this is so true...and your mom's r...ohhhhh, patry. this is so true...and your mom's right.Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02523247895437700129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149900887774641902006-06-09T17:54:00.000-07:002006-06-09T17:54:00.000-07:00That made me misty-eyed. Good post!That made me misty-eyed. Good post!Sonja Fousthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00874425238467467926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149890679070142942006-06-09T15:04:00.000-07:002006-06-09T15:04:00.000-07:00True, and with such profound simplicity, "You neve...True, and with such profound simplicity, "You never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time." To take care of each other with our goodbyes, so important. Thank you for this remembering...Brenda Clewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com