tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post509847799268297822..comments2023-04-27T09:34:49.538+02:00Comments on travelling, but not in love: Euston Station. 21 March 2002. 4.45 p.m.travelling, but not in lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-56816254270431423662008-07-14T00:25:00.000+02:002008-07-14T00:25:00.000+02:00Marjolein, it was. Awful.And Amy, it's true - the...Marjolein, it was. Awful.<BR/><BR/>And Amy, it's true - the before and after are so markedly different. the trouble is you can see the after coming and there is no way to avoid it - except for running....<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the lovely words too.travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-20991255061161172862008-07-14T00:24:00.000+02:002008-07-14T00:24:00.000+02:00Medbh, breathe out, breathe out!VM, that's a catal...Medbh, breathe out, breathe out!<BR/><BR/>VM, that's a catalogue of disaster, but it seems deaths come in bunches. <BR/><BR/>Around the time of my Dad's death I organised four funerals in three years - on the fourth occasion the man at the Co-op said to me "who is it this time? Do I need to call the police about you?"travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-21903565949212158072008-07-13T23:15:00.000+02:002008-07-13T23:15:00.000+02:00You captured so well the before and after - going ...You captured so well the before and after - going about your business one minute and then everything changes and you can't get back that carefree feeling ever, once you've been through it. <BR/><BR/>If ever I fall behind with reading your blog, I find myself having to make time to catch up - that's how much I like your writing.amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08330763519601938989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-18236491505037054282008-07-13T22:31:00.000+02:002008-07-13T22:31:00.000+02:00Oh god... that must have been so horrible...Oh god... that must have been so horrible...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-67677815758956545592008-07-12T20:50:00.000+02:002008-07-12T20:50:00.000+02:00My Mam died on mothers day -ironic and that was ju...My Mam died on mothers day -ironic and that was just a six weeks after my 32 year old husband was killed in a car smash. You think nothing can match the combined grief there, oh yes there is, my dad died four years later,of a heart attack on his way to see me and my two lttle ones. That was twenty years ago and I can still feel that pain. He was my anchor , my dad, my hero.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-77750479354657547542008-07-12T16:30:00.000+02:002008-07-12T16:30:00.000+02:00You capture the moment so well, Travelling. I had...You capture the moment so well, Travelling. I had my breath sucked in tightly.Megan McGurkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09673489472490377198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-46558604881548143372008-07-10T22:30:00.000+02:002008-07-10T22:30:00.000+02:00Hey Scout, welcome. Life changing it is. Without...Hey Scout, welcome. Life changing it is. Without a doubt.travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-37907101592112366242008-07-10T20:04:00.000+02:002008-07-10T20:04:00.000+02:00I followed you from Sassy Sundry's...This is a poi...I followed you from Sassy Sundry's...<BR/><BR/>This is a poignant telling of your story. My father died about a year before yours, and it really can change your life.Scouthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06209638721810105979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-77456975153277103222008-07-10T13:23:00.000+02:002008-07-10T13:23:00.000+02:00Lola, it certainly made me stop and think.Ben, you...Lola, it certainly made me stop and think.<BR/><BR/>Ben, you're absolutely right - when I think back to it that whole driveway scene is played in slow motion - and in silence. I knew the sound of the bell meant the end of my childhood.travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-15190231520762353812008-07-10T13:15:00.000+02:002008-07-10T13:15:00.000+02:00There is something in that moment, isn't there? Th...There is something in that moment, isn't there? That very moment you find out someone close to you has died it's as if god or the universe has taken a sledge hammer and thumped heavily on the thin prism that separates our sanity from chaos. The world suddenly starts to look like a television with the contrast turned way up. The air becomes white noise.Benhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02235285305204676357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-52098308524773953732008-07-10T09:56:00.000+02:002008-07-10T09:56:00.000+02:00The day has not yet come for me, but it will. Ther...The day has not yet come for me, but it will. There's a strange inevitability - the only thing that's certain in life (along with taxes). I used to apply it to myself, that my own death was certain, but this post actually made me realise that it applies equally to those I love.Lolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08929723020089651115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-15799595262365513302008-07-10T08:24:00.000+02:002008-07-10T08:24:00.000+02:00Hey Lewis, It would indeed be Euston on the way to...Hey Lewis, It would indeed be Euston on the way to Liverpool. Did you like Liverpool though? I have a big love/hate relationship with the place....I'm going to check out your link now...<BR/><BR/>Conortje, the strangeness of knowing as soon as I rang that bell everything changes....I usually knock these days!travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-57542328182587348652008-07-10T08:21:00.000+02:002008-07-10T08:21:00.000+02:00Hey Momma - hollow is a good way of describing it....Hey Momma - hollow is a good way of describing it. More a lack of feeling than any specific feeling whenever I think of it....<BR/><BR/>Alan - thanks. It's 6 years ago now, and the edge is off. Still hard though.travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-25716403291278298372008-07-10T08:00:00.000+02:002008-07-10T08:00:00.000+02:00It is such a before and after moment, I know only ...It is such a before and after moment, I know only too well. And Louise is right I believe, in saying you never get over it. Thank you for posting this XAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-14829374335678864802008-07-10T04:54:00.000+02:002008-07-10T04:54:00.000+02:00I must admit my silliness...that I came here to po...I must admit my silliness...that I came here to post about the fact that I've been in/out of Euston station before on my way to Liverpool, I believe. But then, your post took another turn..... and I was sad for you. I remember that very day in my own life:<BR/><BR/>http://spiritofsaintlewis.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-dad-part-3-finale-curtain-must-close.htmlA Lewishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05066992019067893513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-73455168983641098192008-07-10T01:53:00.000+02:002008-07-10T01:53:00.000+02:00hugsies and kisses... Can't be easy recalling such...hugsies and kisses... Can't be easy recalling such a storyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-14859682791494194982008-07-10T00:47:00.000+02:002008-07-10T00:47:00.000+02:00I am so sorry, TBNL. Even though it has been 6 yea...I am so sorry, TBNL. Even though it has been 6 years for you and 26 years for me, it never gets any easier, really. I am sure that you can call up those emotions in a heartbeat and still feel that hollowness that came when you realized your father was dead and you were not with him. It happened to me that way, too. <BR/><BR/>(((hugs))) <BR/><BR/>Peace - DRiverPoethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01846730934649303857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-82649945793495825262008-07-10T00:42:00.000+02:002008-07-10T00:42:00.000+02:00Hey Louise. That really was the moment you know -...Hey Louise. That really was the moment you know - walking up the path thinking 'nothing is ever going to be the same again' and still having to ring the bell. terrible.travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-3363716956038141602008-07-09T23:02:00.000+02:002008-07-09T23:02:00.000+02:00That is something you never get over. And until t...That is something you never get over. And until that happens to you (in whatever way death of a parent comes), you really can't understand what anyone else who is dealing with that is going through.<BR/><BR/>I feel your pain as you drive up, get out of the car and walk to the door.Louisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00984115229811752666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-61409744593168783942008-07-09T21:36:00.000+02:002008-07-09T21:36:00.000+02:00And I got off lightly. I'm not sure how, but I'm ...And I got off lightly. I'm not sure how, but I'm the least dramatic of all of my family.<BR/><BR/>My brother is campaigning for my father's canonisation and my mother has started painting pictures of him from memory....travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-7756001776298664012008-07-09T20:57:00.000+02:002008-07-09T20:57:00.000+02:00Oh TBNIL, I know how you feel ... then and now. T...Oh TBNIL, I know how you feel ... then and now. <BR/><BR/>They lie those people who say it gets easier.<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://onthem104.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">:-Daryl</A>Darylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-12011281455617820622008-07-09T20:36:00.000+02:002008-07-09T20:36:00.000+02:00Ah TBNIL - Have been here - know where you were at...Ah TBNIL - Have been here - know where you were at and where you are now.<BR/><BR/>Hurts. Still.aimshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685252628734838159noreply@blogger.com