tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699042885255346769.post864217713826043288..comments2023-05-12T05:17:32.379-06:00Comments on Good Grief: Opening DayNoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13714541394769902623noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699042885255346769.post-37768992574178751302011-04-04T16:50:43.052-06:002011-04-04T16:50:43.052-06:00@Addie, I so appreciated you saying that. It'...@Addie, I so appreciated you saying that. It's so true. In most ways I'm SO lucky. And also, he loved all the outdoor stuff as well, but I rarely participated with him, I hate that stuff too, and it's as much a shame in Denver as in Bozeman. Oh, well. But as to what you said, that's part of what's so hard, huh? Letting ourselves grow and move forward, knowing that it means that we're not the same women that they loved. Love to you.Noelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13714541394769902623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699042885255346769.post-10131336314700110842011-04-04T14:25:02.947-06:002011-04-04T14:25:02.947-06:00Is it weird that I envy something you have that is...Is it weird that I envy something you have that is so deeply connected to him that you still get to enjoy (albeit not the way you want to)?<br /><br />I feel like a completely different person, and doing the things that big Blake loved would require an energy I rarely put forth towards such things, which is a shame, considering where I am: hiking, camping, backpacking, skiing.<br /><br />I don't think he'd know me any more.Addiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06500148700915786718noreply@blogger.com