tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post4091706680662524958..comments2024-03-28T18:21:09.285-05:00Comments on Rough Edges: One Year AgoJames Reasonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18049917964433932612noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-67454216451361851592009-02-04T14:29:00.000-06:002009-02-04T14:29:00.000-06:00An amazing story... and no, you never get over stu...An amazing story... and no, you never get over stuff like that. My husband was burned in an industrial accident 25 years ago and still has the scars--physical & emotional.<BR/><BR/>I saw in our local paper last year where a young man went into a burning home to save his niece & nephew. Someone had nailed shut the back door due to high crime in the area, and all three burned to death.<BR/><BR/>When I was young, I worked in a burn unit at a hospital...that was in the 70s and I'll never forget the stories I heard while there.<BR/><BR/>Fire is a terrible thing. I'm so glad you & yours got out safely.kc heathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12991646663041489469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-62034338720366742762009-02-02T21:37:00.000-06:002009-02-02T21:37:00.000-06:00It must take a special kind of courage to be able ...It must take a special kind of courage to be able to go one after such a terrible experience, and to cope with the memories that slip unbidden into your mind from time to time. I'm glad you're able to stay busy and concentrate on the future. <BR/><BR/>Your post, by the way, was beautifully written.Cap'n Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11783977137812876489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-83239496613685179892009-01-31T14:47:00.000-06:002009-01-31T14:47:00.000-06:00Oops... the sentence that says: only realizing tha...Oops... the sentence that says: <BR/><BR/>only realizing that I had thought he wasn't Vincent, <BR/><BR/>should read as: <BR/><BR/>only realizing that he wasn't Vincent,Jurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03021010310386744591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-68623437197916552742009-01-31T14:45:00.000-06:002009-01-31T14:45:00.000-06:00Earlier today when I was out with Kauto, my 4-year...Earlier today when I was out with Kauto, my 4-year old son, I saw a dog and almost said to Kauto: "Look, there's Vincent", only realizing that I had thought he wasn't Vincent, the dog of our acquaintances who'd passed away over six months ago. He just looked the same.<BR/><BR/>Over 15 years ago, when I was at the university, I heard that a friend of mine had died, apparently committed a suicide. For months I kept seeing him in crowds, just waiting to be shouted at: "Hey there, wait for me!" But of course it never was him. <BR/><BR/>I guess the same applies for our relatives. We want to see them, hear them, even if we know they're dead. <BR/><BR/>The story of the total stranger is a beautiful one, James. You could write it into a short story.Jurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03021010310386744591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-32195679061334853742009-01-30T11:58:00.000-06:002009-01-30T11:58:00.000-06:00When I was in college a fire brought out in the co...When I was in college a fire brought out in the common room of my dorm (next door to my room, actually) causing us to evacuate in the early morning and live with just what we were wearing at the time til they let us back in the next day/ And only them to collect our things as we were assigned to other dorms when the floor was repaired. It left me with a morbid fear of house fires. When ever one of our neighbors lights up their fireplace I find myself prowling the house, to make sure that the smoke I smell isn't coming from inside. It's a scarring experience. I'm glad you've recovered so well this past year.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-21195024108015836542009-01-30T11:28:00.000-06:002009-01-30T11:28:00.000-06:00My Grandfathers have been gone for over 20 years a...My Grandfathers have been gone for over 20 years and 10 years, respectively. I still want to talk to them about certain things. I guess that never goes away.<BR/><BR/>This was a huge event in your life. It's only natural that you'd reflect on it and wonder "What if..."<BR/><BR/>My grandmother used to say, "All in a lifetime. Right?"<BR/><BR/>I think she was on to something.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-65198504938562298382009-01-29T18:29:00.000-06:002009-01-29T18:29:00.000-06:00James,I discovered your blog Googling the author J...James,<BR/>I discovered your blog Googling the author James H. Cobb. I'll be following your postings--Thanks,<BR/>Ad LibitumAd Libitumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15673289381391806387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-63748189631306806122009-01-29T18:27:00.000-06:002009-01-29T18:27:00.000-06:00James,Glad I found you--I was Googling James H Cob...James,<BR/>Glad I found you--I was Googling James H Cobb (who has written a couple of great near-future naval stories) and came across your blog. I will be following it!Ad Libitumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15673289381391806387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-9937713299996085022009-01-29T17:10:00.000-06:002009-01-29T17:10:00.000-06:00So glad to hear you're moving on, James. We need y...So glad to hear you're moving on, James. We need your stories!David Jack Bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02156198681784465777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-87943037457222369992009-01-29T15:20:00.000-06:002009-01-29T15:20:00.000-06:00My sentiments echo Randy Johnsons and I'm glad you...My sentiments echo Randy Johnsons and I'm glad you were able to recover (if that's the right word) from this ordeal.David Cranmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04749857752139212888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-89397817798571751792009-01-29T14:28:00.000-06:002009-01-29T14:28:00.000-06:00Fine post. Looking forward is the best way. You ne...Fine post. Looking forward is the best way. You never get completely forget the bad stuff, you just compartmentalize and add the good stuff that arrives.<BR/>You've given me many a pleasurable times reading your books and anything we did to ease your mess was deserved. <BR/>You just keep entertaining us all.Randy Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16627907086811387527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-65052016577037687792009-01-29T14:05:00.000-06:002009-01-29T14:05:00.000-06:00That last sentence really said it. A blink of the...That last sentence really said it. A blink of the eye, or a lifetime. It's very easy, at least for me, to get sidetracked by thoughts of what I might have lost rather than looking forward. But looking ahead is what makes the time magical and happy.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-23317071097003123342009-01-29T13:44:00.000-06:002009-01-29T13:44:00.000-06:00Beautiful post, James. Thank you.Beautiful post, James. Thank you.Vincehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11473441336451528462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527967.post-53444730739804881182009-01-29T13:35:00.000-06:002009-01-29T13:35:00.000-06:00I guess the saying, "what doesn't kill you, makes ...I guess the saying, "what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger" applies here. But going through it makes your knees shake for an awful long time. I dread losing my mother which is about to happen, I'm afraid. Who will remember me as a child? Who will want to hear the things I tell her?pattinase (abbott)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02916037185235335846noreply@blogger.com