tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648310406783744033.post58977875330027649..comments2024-03-29T09:48:23.716+00:00Comments on Diary of a (retired) teacher: SundayJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16116524003944939298noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648310406783744033.post-52997814126945063862021-07-13T05:04:45.666+01:002021-07-13T05:04:45.666+01:00Thanks, everyone. It's going top be like that...Thanks, everyone. It's going top be like that from time to time, isn't it?<br />xxJoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16116524003944939298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648310406783744033.post-58216387394282921402021-07-12T10:11:42.020+01:002021-07-12T10:11:42.020+01:00It's often those little reminders which catch ...It's often those little reminders which catch us unawares. Perhaps you could continue the tradition for your family, but in a slightly different way. XJuleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03837629817375132149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648310406783744033.post-84198078093626616162021-07-11T19:07:25.319+01:002021-07-11T19:07:25.319+01:00My Dad always said my Mom's turkey stew was th...My Dad always said my Mom's turkey stew was the best of the Christmas turkey meals too. Thinking of you Joy. XLynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07832021443447502646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648310406783744033.post-85580014073292414752021-07-11T16:17:45.515+01:002021-07-11T16:17:45.515+01:00Dear Joy, I am sure you will have more moments lik...Dear Joy, I am sure you will have more moments like this through the coming years. Try and be happy for the unexpected memories that pop up because, they are happy memories of your mom and dad and what the both of them meant to you. Hugs!Suemnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02578527883445802034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648310406783744033.post-88451476652087926862021-07-11T16:09:22.689+01:002021-07-11T16:09:22.689+01:00Ah, yes. Those small, often jarring, triggers. Min...Ah, yes. Those small, often jarring, triggers. Mine is always music. At my Dad's funeral, two young women played Ave Maria (his favorite) on their violins. It was exquisite. But now, even though it is almost 40 years later, I still can't hear that piece of music without it stopping me in my tracks. xMaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11587652444835060129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648310406783744033.post-14334484160434820872021-07-11T12:06:38.976+01:002021-07-11T12:06:38.976+01:00{{hugs}}
It's the little things that catch us...{{hugs}}<br /><br />It's the little things that catch us unawares but life is made special by all those little things so why not keep the tradition going and share the hotpot meal with Alex from now on xxEileen Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06340398156618870705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648310406783744033.post-76453887096241906822021-07-11T09:54:52.219+01:002021-07-11T09:54:52.219+01:00It is the little things that get us sometimes - th...It is the little things that get us sometimes - the things that are special to a family. So sorry your dad did not get his last hotpot due to the coronavirus - it has a lot to answer for in many more ways than just the illness, it has robbed us of very special moments that we might never be able to experience again. Sending lots of hugs Joy. xxxwherethejourneytakesme2https://www.blogger.com/profile/01331935561823130257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648310406783744033.post-17101188712692099602021-07-11T09:31:27.257+01:002021-07-11T09:31:27.257+01:00Huge (((hug))), it's the wee things that catch...Huge (((hug))), it's the wee things that catch you off guard. Still make the hotpot each year and remember your mum and dad in a new tradition xxxAlihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17134857174645360450noreply@blogger.com