tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600697.post1584308782112121891..comments2023-07-12T23:56:10.828-04:00Comments on Deenuts Dana: Welcome To The Black ParadeDeenuts Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11390457057719492872noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600697.post-60700009830071064362010-06-11T16:44:52.893-04:002010-06-11T16:44:52.893-04:00Words cannot express how much I detest that song, ...Words cannot express how much I detest that song, "I Hope You Dance." It instantly makes my mother sappy about my father, I can't deal with it. If it comes on, I do all that's in my power to either turn it off, leave the room, put in my iPod, anything to not hear it. I hate it.<br /><br />I remember exactly where I was when my mom told me that Aunt Pat had a heart attack. I was in Ohio on a trip with a club I was in. They all went to these events while I sat in the hotel and cried my eyes out. I had brought my laptop, and I Googled flights home. When it was time to drive home, I begged them to go faster and we got home 2 hours ahead of schedule. I instantly called my mom to drive up to St. Joe's, secretly nervous and scared to drive on the parkway (I hadn't really done it before and north Jersey driving frightens me) and I remember she didn't want me to come and she knew the only person I'd listen to was you, and she put you on the phone, and you told me I could come see her when she woke up. I was so mad at you and everyone and all I really wanted was to be there with my family. I understand it now, of course.. but I was so frustrated then.<br /><br />Evan only visited me once while I was at Rider, and it was with my mom, to come tell me that your mom had passed. And then I came home for Thanksgiving break, and spent my 20th birthday at her funeral. Sophomore year sucked.<br /><br />Without being too sappy, Leah is perfect. And I know 100% that your mom has a hand in that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600697.post-1401847371987841952010-06-11T12:23:19.611-04:002010-06-11T12:23:19.611-04:00It has been three and a half years since losing my...It has been three and a half years since losing my dad and the pain is still there. Lessened but still there EVERY DAY. You are forever changed and life is not the same. I go through the same stuff you're going through Dana; whether big or small, there are constant reminders that cause the tears to pour. Anger and regret that he's never going to meet his grandson and that he left us. Anger that he didn't let us take him to the hospital and in denial he was having a heart attack. Dying in my arms on Nov 13, 2006.Felicia Oldja Hammoudnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600697.post-39472394675898722422010-06-10T22:43:41.077-04:002010-06-10T22:43:41.077-04:00It is scary to think that the pain we feel will ha...It is scary to think that the pain we feel will haunt us for the rest of our lives. Best we can do is try to work through it, even though in the back of our heads we know we will never be the same.Louienoreply@blogger.com