tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715024428566103181.post3331864950089003639..comments2013-12-26T16:47:26.461-05:00Comments on Ashton Jewels, Lampwork by Lydia Muell: James Allen Workman 1948 - 1989AshtonJewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03538563269081828745noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715024428566103181.post-56453868555576623372007-10-22T07:49:00.000-05:002007-10-22T07:49:00.000-05:00Thank you Tonia for taking the time to write these...Thank you Tonia for taking the time to write these thoughts down to share with me. The fact that you didn't get to spend time with your father is a reminder to me of how lucky I was to have so much time with my father while he was alive. I wish you had had the same oppurtunity as I. I know that I will see my dad again. I am sure that he watches over my sister, myself and our children. <BR/><BR/>Although your father wasn't a part of your life, I would be willing to bet that he watches over you now that he's passed. Even if that statement is nothing more than "wishful thinking", it sure feels good to believe it, don't you think?<BR/><BR/>Anti aging guru? Ah. . .I love it!!! What a great mindset you have. I too am trying to defy the hands of time but after yesterday's 3 mile run, I feel dreadfully ANCIENT!!AshtonJewelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03538563269081828745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715024428566103181.post-45263393961170547422007-10-19T17:45:00.000-05:002007-10-19T17:45:00.000-05:00Hi Lydia, it's Antonia.Somehow I ended up on your ...Hi Lydia, it's Antonia.<BR/>Somehow I ended up on your blog and read this. How very sad. I wanted to tell you something. My father (who had me in his 60s) passed away with Alzheimer's. He never knew who I was so I pretended to be my older sister. When he died, I was living in Canada and never really grieved. When we cry and rant and rage over a loss, or exult over a love, the brain makes new pathways. The more those pathways are used, the less impact the emotion that causes them has on us. This explains the dampening of passion, and the lessening of pain associated with loss. So, when we don't grieve, the brain just experiences each thought or remembrance as another wound and it never "heals." It's good that this happened or is happening for you later on as it really is a chance to heal. It happened to me about ten years ago. (Dad died a long, long time ago.) I never really knew my dad and I'm always wishing I could have walked on a beach with him and really talked. The pain left with all those tears and rants and raves, but I still miss what might have been. <BR/> Perhaps your father speaks to you through your amazing talent. "Something" is directing it from above as your beads are truly out of this world! Anti-Aging Guru is my alter-ego by the way. LOL!Antonia Rosinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06213023670724061978noreply@blogger.com