tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post8898304402621662809..comments2024-03-28T14:42:39.144+00:00Comments on lizy-writes: HOPE - a story in 100 wordsliz younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16289501717229347872noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-23245616037892484282014-10-13T22:17:53.477+01:002014-10-13T22:17:53.477+01:00Oh Bjorn! Now you've depressed me too! I was h...Oh Bjorn! Now you've depressed me too! I was hoping he's come home. :(liz younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16289501717229347872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-16081843446750279142014-10-13T14:32:56.602+01:002014-10-13T14:32:56.602+01:00This is a story that leaves me sad in a way,,, the...This is a story that leaves me sad in a way,,, there's probably not much hope... a musician is usually to focused on just one mistressbrudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-22104739155754956672014-10-12T17:34:08.667+01:002014-10-12T17:34:08.667+01:00Thanks Perry - Paul is the husband and the son too...Thanks Perry - Paul is the husband and the son took off.liz younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16289501717229347872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-41781261898617658142014-10-12T04:11:26.166+01:002014-10-12T04:11:26.166+01:00Very touching. I wasn't sure if Paul died or ...Very touching. I wasn't sure if Paul died or took off, but either way the story works.Perry Blockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13439590071776264237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-91941299596326091962014-10-11T12:40:17.878+01:002014-10-11T12:40:17.878+01:00This mum - me - would pack the instruments away af...This mum - me - would pack the instruments away after two years, but never give up. My cousin's son left in a huff twenty years ago and she still yearns for him.liz younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16289501717229347872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-75184516195851641032014-10-11T11:07:52.613+01:002014-10-11T11:07:52.613+01:00Dear Liz,
It's hard for a mother go give up ...Dear Liz, <br /><br />It's hard for a mother go give up on a missing child. At least I imagine it would be. It's hard enough having mine so far away. <br /><br />Perhaps it is time for this mom to move on. Nicely done. <br /><br />Shalom,<br /><br />RochelleRochelle Wisoff-Fieldshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00090374697915874481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-71379284550231461892014-10-10T22:28:23.544+01:002014-10-10T22:28:23.544+01:00So do I, Maggie, hence the story perhaps. My daugh...So do I, Maggie, hence the story perhaps. My daughters are regularly in touch, but my sons not. One lives abroad and if I didn't call him I would hear once a year if I was lucky. Sad doesn't even come close.liz younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16289501717229347872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-63055692727168585602014-10-10T14:04:33.627+01:002014-10-10T14:04:33.627+01:00I got the feeling that the son was missing and had...I got the feeling that the son was missing and hadn't been in touch, so could be dead or alive. The sadness conveyed beautifully. I have two sons, one is a communicator, the other is not. Both fit and well, but completely different characters. I know how Molly feels.Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15938216505505274248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-20797079235887865562014-10-10T09:51:10.512+01:002014-10-10T09:51:10.512+01:00Dear Nan - I suppose this mother is mourning, thou...Dear Nan - I suppose this mother is mourning, though her son is still alive somewhere. Thanks for visiting so often. :)liz younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16289501717229347872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-7723113090372138912014-10-10T09:47:58.287+01:002014-10-10T09:47:58.287+01:00Thank you Russell. Tis story came from two sources...Thank you Russell. Tis story came from two sources - a musical friend died recently, and I haven't seen my own son for ages, although I do know where he is - across the Pond.liz younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16289501717229347872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-82354577351120591812014-10-10T02:06:45.215+01:002014-10-10T02:06:45.215+01:00Dear Lizy, Well written and you can feel the pain...Dear Lizy, Well written and you can feel the pain in the mother's thoughts. I think the father should let her have her shrine as long as she wants it. Everyone mourns for different lengths of time and who knows - he might just show up one day and want his old room back! Excellent! Nan :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-57013217209683069652014-10-09T23:14:04.071+01:002014-10-09T23:14:04.071+01:00I know people who have left a room exactly as it w...I know people who have left a room exactly as it was when a loved one died. To me, that's like picking at an open sore and not allowing it to heal. In this story, we don't know if Molly has heard from him in the two year period or not, but I can appreciate her holding on to the hope. A very touching story, Liz.Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02951989303915273807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-8527269676045739002014-10-09T22:43:13.800+01:002014-10-09T22:43:13.800+01:00Thanks for reading and commenting.Thanks for reading and commenting.liz younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16289501717229347872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-78036654719517323242014-10-09T18:44:40.534+01:002014-10-09T18:44:40.534+01:00Lovely, sad story.Lovely, sad story.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-88592778052629581942014-10-09T18:01:10.578+01:002014-10-09T18:01:10.578+01:00Well done. You really conveyed the feeling of sadn...Well done. You really conveyed the feeling of sadness.Caerlynn Nashhttp://penntonic.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-66644638813011537172014-10-09T16:58:04.373+01:002014-10-09T16:58:04.373+01:00thanks Patsy.thanks Patsy.liz younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16289501717229347872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-16602212406684452262014-10-09T16:57:45.462+01:002014-10-09T16:57:45.462+01:00Molly's the long-gone-son's mother and Pau...Molly's the long-gone-son's mother and Paul his father.liz younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16289501717229347872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-285816368883062712014-10-09T16:20:01.610+01:002014-10-09T16:20:01.610+01:00That's beautiful, Lizy.That's beautiful, Lizy.Patsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12263765378083045973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872436458316103784.post-79824659005903202802014-10-09T16:11:19.850+01:002014-10-09T16:11:19.850+01:00Really nicely written. I thought at first that the...Really nicely written. I thought at first that these two are brother and sister and their father had gone, because the girl's feet only just reach the floor, but then she imagines younger hands, so now I'm a little confused - husband and wife (a short wife!) whose son has gone? Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com