tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.comments2018-08-29T06:32:23.673-07:00Balthazar Brings GiftsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03311811394269757501noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-56318879815251338122016-01-19T13:12:27.406-08:002016-01-19T13:12:27.406-08:00I like the idea of a wheel, of the love of a child...I like the idea of a wheel, of the love of a child recurring through outlives, through time. Aureliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17528817051363589747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-19671818926070066382015-04-17T14:26:11.102-07:002015-04-17T14:26:11.102-07:00Can we take responsibility for the work that is ou...Can we take responsibility for the work that is ours while also practicing compassion for ourselves? That's the challenge. <br /><br />Thanks for reading. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311811394269757501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-83316334744124960702015-03-31T04:37:53.176-07:002015-03-31T04:37:53.176-07:00'I pledged to protect the unprotectable, and I...'I pledged to protect the unprotectable, and I failed. Because I am human, I failed.'<br /><br />Me too. <br /><br />Thank you for writing about your friend, about the two books and the differences between them and about Balthazar. I liked Allende's writing a lot when I was younger but now I feel I have little patience for letting anybody off the hook, myself or otherwise. Perhaps the Didion would suit me better these days? <br /><br />Thinking of you and of Balthazar this season. Catherine Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01618295389400457254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-76089478232274365142015-02-20T07:12:36.106-08:002015-02-20T07:12:36.106-08:00Elizabeth, your revelations are like the results o...Elizabeth, your revelations are like the results of the burnishing of a very fine Rodin sculpture. Maybe resistance and struggle can still birth masterpieces, if you combine this with insight, which is what you have done. Beautiful piece of self reflective writing! Time to rise and shine!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13730782763241494626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-35455016595574630172015-01-06T09:30:30.378-08:002015-01-06T09:30:30.378-08:00Thanks, both Aimee and Amy! XOThanks, both Aimee and Amy! XOAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311811394269757501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-35890800892473627192015-01-05T18:34:58.112-08:002015-01-05T18:34:58.112-08:00You, your life, your sons (both of them), your wri...You, your life, your sons (both of them), your writing - all beautiful and touching. You are such a courageous and inspirational person. I am thankful that I get a chance to read what you write.<br /><br />PS I'm commenting as "anonymous" because I don't know how to do it with a login but this is Amy (Barrows) Carbins. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-60531999602052817232014-09-05T13:53:44.186-07:002014-09-05T13:53:44.186-07:00I love this post. I recognise a few of the bands t...I love this post. I recognise a few of the bands that you mention. But not all of them. <br /><br />I couldn't listen to music for quite some time after G died. As you say, it just hurt too much to listen. To hear.<br /><br />Oh and your grandmother. I wonder what that song made her feel. And I'm glad that the Replacements playing made you feel good, better than good.Catherine Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01618295389400457254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-1136463577166374852014-04-05T18:54:04.437-07:002014-04-05T18:54:04.437-07:00@Aimee No cure for death. Seriously. How do people...@Aimee No cure for death. Seriously. How do people not understand that?<br /><br />I can't believe the FB friend deleted your comment. I mean I can, but.. who on earth else can you be honest with if not other mothers of dead babies?<br /><br />And while I'm not surprised that your book may only have a small audience, I'm saddened to think that that results in it not being deemed worthy of publication. I know it wouldn't be as financially feasible, but have you considered the ebook on Amazon approach? Because your book - your life - are not just worthy of publication, but I would think the people who it would mean the most too are probably the most underserved, you know? Your perspective and approach to the pain and loss of Balthazar is unique - pure and raw and real as Aimee says and you should NOT sugar coat it with some BS message, but it should be out there, for a wider audience to connect with, absolutely. It would mean so much to those who aren't being written for or to in the more common "this=that" approach. Sarahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-3991269477378051902014-02-19T15:23:28.352-08:002014-02-19T15:23:28.352-08:00Shit no that's not too dark. It's hella ho...Shit no that's not too dark. It's hella honest, and the one thing I've learned about death is that there is no cure, it's a journey and the more patient we are of ourselves, the more we'll grow into whoever we're supposed to become next in our lives. <br /><br />Proud to know you. Your writing is pure and raw and real. How it oughtta be.Aimeehttp://www.ecogrrl.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-9775298233615412002013-12-28T14:42:38.700-08:002013-12-28T14:42:38.700-08:00We walk such a fine line--of pushing remembrance w...We walk such a fine line--of pushing remembrance without causing pain.<br /><br />Deep down, I'm scared of doing this exact thing to our new little one. I feel like it's an added burden to our situation...Like raising a child isn't hard enough? We also have to raise them with the notion that death has happened to us so personally?<br /><br />I don't think it's possible to go through life without hurt. And in that case, you haven't failed in sparing Jasper. If anything, raising him to be sympathetic and loving is ALL you can do, and that's absolutely better than raising him to suffer from neglect or abuse.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17635247963030386492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-45740233402973851652013-08-02T11:08:54.102-07:002013-08-02T11:08:54.102-07:00For me it will be sixteen months tomorrow. Writing...For me it will be sixteen months tomorrow. Writing this blog and the book that will come out of it has saved my life, I think. I'm glad you found me and gratified if I can help in the smallest way. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311811394269757501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-55036094524287609932013-08-02T04:16:38.499-07:002013-08-02T04:16:38.499-07:00I'm visiting here two years and one day after ...I'm visiting here two years and one day after delivering my own stillborn son. Two years and two days after our own empty ultrasound. Thank you for sharing your story. It is so helpful, if heartbreaking, to find others who have been to this horrible place. And are brave enough to share.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00495545813643134980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-9428704913144576822013-07-07T18:16:08.832-07:002013-07-07T18:16:08.832-07:00I wish that none of us had to live in a world with...I wish that none of us had to live in a world without our child/children. Sending hope and hugs to you and Balthazar. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-11575647021454875792013-07-02T14:05:51.729-07:002013-07-02T14:05:51.729-07:00I apologize to the person who commented on June 24... I apologize to the person who commented on June 24: I accidentally deleted your comment! I enjoyed reading it and it's nice to know I'm not the only crazy one. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311811394269757501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-79523112162356473202013-06-21T08:06:34.251-07:002013-06-21T08:06:34.251-07:00I don't believe in signs either, but sometimes...I don't believe in signs either, but sometimes I will see something that seems sign-like to me and it is a disappointment, often a profound one, to remind myself that I don't believe in signs. I am beginning to wonder if maybe I should just give in to them, take all the comfort they can offer. <br /><br />My gone girl is always around and in everything, too. That is a comfort, though comfort of a strange kind. <br /><br />Thank you for sharing Balthazar and your experience.March is for daffodilshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11287273786322029725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-49384436738523126822013-06-11T13:46:23.124-07:002013-06-11T13:46:23.124-07:00I love Balthazar's snowy owl ornament and your...I love Balthazar's snowy owl ornament and your description of his little stocking.<br /><br />I find that I have to give myself a good mental shake from time to time, to keep myself away from seances and the like. But, in truth, they are always around. My daughter is still a part of my family and my life although it is not the role that I would have liked her to play. I'd picked out something a little less. . . . ghostly? But yet, there is she is. And there is a comfort in that. And things that might or might not be signs.<br /><br />Thank you for this beautiful post.Catherine Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01618295389400457254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-56659456169183111422013-06-03T18:17:26.107-07:002013-06-03T18:17:26.107-07:00What a story. Sometimes things come to us
Remember...What a story. Sometimes things come to us<br />Remembering Balthazar with youSarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03533706560591305512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-15665717350272144122013-06-03T14:55:45.954-07:002013-06-03T14:55:45.954-07:00He is around...in your heart, on the wind, in the ...He is around...in your heart, on the wind, in the sunshine. And a little bitty stocking. Sending love and remembering Balthazar <3Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09811996974976569965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-81287761380238925782013-06-03T10:53:24.065-07:002013-06-03T10:53:24.065-07:00Wow. This is just...chilling and bizarre and beau...Wow. This is just...chilling and bizarre and beautiful. <br /><br />But it's signs like this that I look for and hold onto. How strange and wonderful at the same exact time. ♥Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17635247963030386492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-74573188314860294402013-04-25T15:15:35.795-07:002013-04-25T15:15:35.795-07:00Of course I borrowed it from my friend Gail, so it...Of course I borrowed it from my friend Gail, so it's not really mine! But I'm happy to pass it on and glad you find it helpful. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311811394269757501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-11685928467439837872013-04-25T13:23:26.607-07:002013-04-25T13:23:26.607-07:00I like that--"I'm holding a good thought ...I like that--"I'm holding a good thought for you." I might have to steal that. <br /><br />I'm right there with you...I feel like prayers are just...they don't work. They don't work or do things like people imagine them to. Maybe I've lost faith in that pretense because of everything that's happened to me, but I just can't say "I'm praying for you" in any situation and feel like I'm really meaning something. <br /><br />But I do hold good thoughts for people in times of need. So I think I'll use that ♥<br /><br />Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17635247963030386492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-33571778777622944932013-03-31T12:27:06.817-07:002013-03-31T12:27:06.817-07:00Serendipity--yes. How strange and amazing that you...Serendipity--yes. How strange and amazing that you found this blog. I hope that it is meaningful to you. Thanks for reading. <br /><br />Elizabeth Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311811394269757501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-63284103252504495582013-03-31T01:53:09.259-07:002013-03-31T01:53:09.259-07:00I was searching for the meaning of my family name ...I was searching for the meaning of my family name Balthaser, and came upon your blog. It brought me to tears. A shared name makes me feel a connection...but more than that...a mother to 3 boys..2 living one not. Your description of the day you lost Balthazar was similar to mine. My mind knew...my body knew...he was gone. I was 43.<br /><br />You are writing a book to tell your story...Balthazar's story...how the bond between mother and child is unseen by others but felt so intensely by those connected.<br /><br />I am not a religious person, but surely spiritual and believe in the wonderment of serendipity.<br /><br />Perhaps Balthazar brought us together for a reason...after all, I do work in the publishing business.<br /><br />Warmest Regards,<br /><br />Eunice Balthaser Wlcek<br />ewlcek@book.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-35273115170599654232013-03-14T16:42:47.218-07:002013-03-14T16:42:47.218-07:00What a beautiful and funny look at sibling love! T...What a beautiful and funny look at sibling love! Thank you.melissafrechhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17325542090982237817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889278655565673751.post-42134074130137975052013-03-07T13:45:08.738-08:002013-03-07T13:45:08.738-08:00I'm so sorry that you lost your son, Jennifer....I'm so sorry that you lost your son, Jennifer. It means so much to me that you are reading. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311811394269757501noreply@blogger.com