tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215113808725670662.post4756705337277648436..comments2024-03-10T09:12:41.759-05:00Comments on Large Family Learning : The Nightmare BeginsAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00488881901957036486noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215113808725670662.post-66517476664423882772011-04-18T11:59:35.501-05:002011-04-18T11:59:35.501-05:00Amber, thank you for sharing your thoughts and fee...Amber, thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings. I've heard it said that doing so helps with the healing.....which might mean writing those thoughts and feelings for many years. Your Christian brothers and sisters are here to read those words and mourn with you. My prayers for you and the rest of the family continue. I appreciated Wendy's comments as well when they received the word on her dad's cancer. I can relate that to my dad's diagnosis of Pick's Disease, a rare form of Alzheimer's. Death has it's sting---whether in a quick form like Clint's or in a long, drawn-out, going down hill type that my dad went through and Pat Hermon went through with her cancer. Thank you again, Amber!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08781323191041995126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215113808725670662.post-12396988942913165312011-04-18T01:31:33.203-05:002011-04-18T01:31:33.203-05:00I am so very sorry for your loss. He was a beauti...I am so very sorry for your loss. He was a beautiful young man. Praying for continued comfort and grace to you.Hen Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17237819297457183820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215113808725670662.post-4024147126360485162011-04-16T10:03:36.768-05:002011-04-16T10:03:36.768-05:00Thanks for writing this account for us, Amber. It...Thanks for writing this account for us, Amber. It is very edifying. The phrase that comes to mind when I think of what happened is 'of whom the world was not worthy.' May God continue to comfort and strengthen you for the good work you do for Him every day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215113808725670662.post-33496563003472056802011-04-16T09:47:44.635-05:002011-04-16T09:47:44.635-05:00Nightmare is the right word. That was the same wo...Nightmare is the right word. That was the same word that replayed in my head three years ago when we found out about my dad's cancer, and the first few weeks were a constant struggle to pull the mind from a heartwrenching fog. We've since had time to "get used to the grief", and I don't know what nightmares are ahead, but I'm thankful that for now, God has given us so much more time of peace and joy with him.<br /><br />Your nightmare was different, more sudden and intense. Thank you for sharing something so personal. I could really picture it; I would imagine there are parts of that evening that are so crystal clear to you still and probably always will be. It was brutal enough news to so many of us brethren, to the point we remember the day we found out about Clint, too (almost 9/11 style, if that doesn't seem to cheesy to you). My tongue didn't want to say the words aloud to my husband that he was gone anymore than my eyes had wanted to comprehend what you typed. It's what you were saying about still trying to control the situation--willing myself to make it not be real somehow by not acknowledging it had actually happened. What cruel news indeed. <br /><br />We still pray for you, too. Thanks again for sharing; you never know how many can draw strength from reading of your brother's good life and the family who still loves him.Wendynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215113808725670662.post-52965332864962330412011-04-16T09:06:30.732-05:002011-04-16T09:06:30.732-05:00So sorry that I never knew Clint, from all reports...So sorry that I never knew Clint, from all reports he was a fine Christian gentleman, Love you & yours, AL & Marlene...........ALnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215113808725670662.post-58653045079099639612011-04-15T21:44:12.775-05:002011-04-15T21:44:12.775-05:00That same nauseous feeling comes over me every tim...That same nauseous feeling comes over me every time I think of this, Amber. I have wondered several times how you heard this devastating, life-changing news, and how many times you've replayed that evening in your mind. We still think of you and your parents so often and pray. It must have really made an impression on my kids because even though they'd only met Clint a time or two at camp, they still, almost weekly, ask about Clint's death.Kellyhttp://www.xanga.com/houseofharvsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215113808725670662.post-7228592447348650512011-04-15T18:56:47.962-05:002011-04-15T18:56:47.962-05:00I simply can't imagine such life-changing news...I simply can't imagine such life-changing news rocking my day-to-day, mundane routine. I've tried to imagine it before (morbid thinker that I am, I used to imagine someone coming to the door when Alan was out working an outage or a storm--esp after a coworker was killed on an outage) but I can't really imagine it b/c I always KNOW it's just my imagination. While I appreciate your reference to it having a dreamlike/nightmare quality, I can't help but think there would be an underlying reality or finality that would be completely different from my imaginings.<br /><br />I am so sorry for your loss.Shonyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04310547848215492736noreply@blogger.com