tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647970794313470744.post8391368438478007796..comments2023-03-26T04:30:57.997-07:00Comments on Moments I Got Back: For When You Find OutLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15553145979283388517noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647970794313470744.post-87512075690265287382012-12-16T16:37:41.939-08:002012-12-16T16:37:41.939-08:00My niece is Marsha Weems Stacey so I saw this blog...My niece is Marsha Weems Stacey so I saw this blog thru her. Running from the internet and television, your words are the only ones I have felt reached my soul. When 911 happened, my son was a student at Rhodes College. I was on my way to see a client in Birmingham....my husband (a Vietnam veteran) begged me to come home, but nothing could have stopped me from going straight to Memphis. I sat with my "grown" son and his friends and just knew in my heart that was where I had to be. Moms like you are a gift to your children and to us all. We can't protect our children from the world...we can be there when we can to show them the best way to move thru tragedies....and we can show them the faith that we have to place their small hands in God's every morning....whether they are 6 or 20 or 40. Thank you for writing this and allowing all of these past days to sink in and become real thru your eyes. I think that we have to accept the realness in order to move forward. DJWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03300839518481606744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647970794313470744.post-61134142691133361012012-12-16T09:37:09.116-08:002012-12-16T09:37:09.116-08:00Grateful for the truth in your words...Grateful for the truth in your words...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11682147507119770436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647970794313470744.post-21263356826359725222012-12-16T06:04:44.540-08:002012-12-16T06:04:44.540-08:00Lori - my heart, my thoughts and prayers are with ...Lori - my heart, my thoughts and prayers are with you. Thank you for writing and sharing. Thank you for your openness and tears.AnnaJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03383199662193653915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647970794313470744.post-21703237299363311562012-12-15T23:56:08.702-08:002012-12-15T23:56:08.702-08:00Beautiful, Honey.Beautiful, Honey.Ted Rooneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04792641729660694224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647970794313470744.post-47561109371934022832012-12-15T19:15:28.816-08:002012-12-15T19:15:28.816-08:00Lori, I weep as I read this because you are so pre...Lori, I weep as I read this because you are so precious, and because you gifted us with the tenderness that is inside you, showing us that vulnerability by putting your feelings into words, and gifting us with them.<br />I weep because I can't help but visualize Mac's little classroom when I think about what happened yesterday, seeing his teacher, the innocent little faces that surround him everyday. When I think about the kids in that bathroom with the teacher you mentioned, I see his bathroom. But I have to stop myself when my mind starts to go to the "what if's" because I just can't bear to think about what actually happened and what I would do if it had been at his school.<br />And I weep because I remember calling you the day of the Pearl shooting. I remember that panic I felt when I realized you would have to have been there, and even when I knew you were safe, I knew you would never be the same, and I was scared that a day like this would come, when it would all be brought back to you...when you would relive those moments and would feel that fear again. <br />I know you don't like the word "lucky" used in association with your children, but I hope after our conversation I don't use it in the traditional sense...because Lori, your kids ARE lucky, the same way your friends are lucky to be your friends...any child, no matter how they came to you would be lucky to call you their mama...because you see your life in pictures, and with every moment that means something to you, you take the time to press the button and snap a photo, and one day, when they are older, they are going to realize just how lucky they are because they are going to be able to view those photos, real ones or ones made of words or memories, and they are going to realize, as us big people do, that their mama is special. <br />Love you, my sweet friend, and my prayers are with you tonight.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647970794313470744.post-60530642804313497362012-12-15T17:18:01.962-08:002012-12-15T17:18:01.962-08:00Wow, Lori. Thank you for writing your feelings and...Wow, Lori. Thank you for writing your feelings and thoughts out in such a beautiful way. I can't begin to explain how much I can identify with what you have written.<br />Amy BAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647970794313470744.post-58470511033854497672012-12-15T17:08:14.718-08:002012-12-15T17:08:14.718-08:00we are so similar, my friend. thinking about you a...we are so similar, my friend. thinking about you and your children tonight!nataliehttp://littlethingsbigstuff.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647970794313470744.post-42064131762494800062012-12-15T16:59:40.808-08:002012-12-15T16:59:40.808-08:00Thank you, Lori. For being the woman that your are...Thank you, Lori. For being the woman that your are, the mother that your are, the communicator that you are.Lynettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com