tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post3306659501587143226..comments2024-03-28T22:01:11.059-04:00Comments on Murder is Everywhere: CatharsisOvidia Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05749549092493567689noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-14998750103179718362015-01-31T07:28:11.242-05:002015-01-31T07:28:11.242-05:00I found it informative and quite handy as well, ho...I found it informative and quite handy as well, hopefully this would remain same it's been appearing here, looking forward the best use of the sufficient ideas. See More <a href="http://superior-essay-paper.com/" rel="nofollow">essay paper</a> for best Papers.Rebecca Vesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02219328165956528739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-12178634316047941282011-08-05T13:41:44.028-04:002011-08-05T13:41:44.028-04:00What an extraordinary project to deal with somethi...What an extraordinary project to deal with something so basic to us all but uniquely individual in its effects on those left to carry on. May God have mercy on their souls.<br /><br />--JeffJeffrey Sigerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00718317707555064653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-76651546426377525782011-08-05T12:00:56.211-04:002011-08-05T12:00:56.211-04:00Brilliant, Stan, and definitely cathartic. Art is...Brilliant, Stan, and definitely cathartic. Art is the process by which she can transform all the grief and anger into something that not only externalizes it, but that other people can internalize and incorporate into their own grief and anger. May God, or something like God, bless her.Timothy Hallinanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00551263887774445511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-47304682695673221212011-08-05T11:24:32.352-04:002011-08-05T11:24:32.352-04:00I'm sure she cried as she did it. Certainly I...I'm sure she cried as she did it. Certainly I and other friends cried, and still do, when looking at what she created.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-3262104565583864382011-08-05T10:20:26.048-04:002011-08-05T10:20:26.048-04:00In some ways, it is unfortunate that my family bel...In some ways, it is unfortunate that my family belongs to that class of Irish for which any display of emotion is anathema.<br /><br />One of my brothers died suddenly when he was 37. He left a wife and three children, 10, 9,7, and 18 months. He has been spoken about often but only when talking about his escapades as a kid and the funny times with him and the funny things about him that we remember. His daughter doesn't remember him but she thinks she does; her memories are the things he brothers remember and talk about. He died the weekend his son and mine (they were born on the same day) had their seventh birthdays. They are now 25 and grief has not been addressed in all these years.<br /><br />My sister's husband died suddenly as well, two days before Christmas. Christmas activities had to go on because my niece's children were 4 and 2 and the 4 year-old was in prime Santa territory. It will be five years in December since he died. He is rarely mentioned at all, not even the funny bits. It is as if the mention of his name evokes more memories than my sister can handle; her kids know not to bring their father's death up in front of her. He was a witty man but his granddaughters won't know that about him.<br /><br />I envy Lyndi Sales her artistic talent. If she could cry as she worked, she is in afar better place than members of my family will ever be. The habit of burying emotions is too deep to undue.Bethhttp://www.murderbytype.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com