Sunday, October 22, 2006

I Have Ignored My Fellow Bloggers & I am Sorry

I have been so wrapped up in the last few weeks on a blog that I am considering placing on my other blog, that I have ignored my fellow bloggers when I have had Internet time, and I hope this will be something I never do again.

It has just come to my attention that
Indigo Black's father died suddenly the 16th of this month.

I know she must be grieving and heart broken, and I wish there was something I could do to ease her pain. Indigo, when you get a chance to read this, please know that my sympathies are with you, and my thoughts are with you.

For those that do not know Indigo Black, she is one of the most wonderful people I know, and cares greatly for so many. She is the one that has spent hours that she did not have to spend putting my blog templates together and offering me advice many times.

There is so much more I want to say when it comes to the death of a loved one in ways to hopes of easing the pain, but I know nothing can ease that pain for a long time, and never completely.

My thoughts are with you Indigo.



Written below was some thoughts my mother wrote, though I know not when as she did not date it. She died in August 2003, and my family has several times shared this with others that lost a family member. Many found it very comforting, and I hope Indigo and others do also.

Death Can Be Beautiful

Death can be beautiful - when it gives release from suffering and pain. Death can be beautiful when it magnifies love through the comfort, the compassion and sympathy of friends and relatives.

Death can be beautiful when it binds those yet living more closely together, when it revives memories of a life which in its totality displayed a richness of texture and a strength of design in which the selflessness, tenderness compassion and generosity were merged. Death can be beautiful when in coming it opens the doors of life again - a life revealed in God's beyond and evermore. Death can be a gift, a reward, a promise fulfilled, the essence of God's love. The sorrow itself, that trails the wake of death, is a quality and measure of love that is creative in that it requires us to re-examine the values we hold. It causes us to question the validity of our lives, it opens our hearts to renewed appreciation of those whom we still have to love and underscores the possibility of unpredictable loss.

Addie W. Williams


  1. Katie, this was very nice. I'm so glad you did a tribute to Indigo. I feel bad because I didn't mention it to you earlier (I thought you'd already been by and had been e-mailing her).

  2. Hi ms. karen, I did email her as I had not heard from her in awhile, and she did not email me back, and now I know why. When my mother died, I was just so lost and also ignored all emails for a long time, as I needed the time to heal, plus so much goes on so fast and for a long time many times after a death. I so hope she is doing well and knows that we are holding her in our hearts.


  3. Indi... hugs to you. There are no words right now...just that you are in my thoughts and prayers. mid