tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post1487728507034625265..comments2024-03-08T21:26:51.950+08:00Comments on A geriatric grandmother: CHANGING THE PAST.....IMPOSSIBLE!!!Mimsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00249766510078357225noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-25981733775405153132010-02-08T13:53:26.670+08:002010-02-08T13:53:26.670+08:00Firstly, many thanks for your kind words re this p...Firstly, many thanks for your kind words re this post.<br />I cannot imagine what it would be like to lose a child and my commiserations to you for such a sad loss.<br />My adopted mum often would say "one door closes and another opens" and I there is so much truth in that adage.<br />My best wishes to you and yours.Mimsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00249766510078357225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-84005082001546982802010-02-06T23:22:20.098+08:002010-02-06T23:22:20.098+08:00Wonderful way of looking at life, Mimsie. There i...Wonderful way of looking at life, Mimsie. There is much in my life which I regret, but I also realize that as a result of the bad stuff, frequently good stuff has come. My son died in 1999, for example, and while I'd give anything to have him back, as a result of his death I made one of the best friends in my life, a woman from Perth (ironically), whom I would never have met face to face otherwise, since we live >9,000 miles apart.Bev Sykeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16794928133704720689noreply@blogger.com