tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post7841075052604286398..comments2024-01-26T13:12:55.520-08:00Comments on Feel Free to Read: Too SoonGlenn Buttkushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-29465487837903400422016-06-05T00:04:23.244-07:002016-06-05T00:04:23.244-07:00Oh Glenn, this is so poignant. I had tears in my e...Oh Glenn, this is so poignant. I had tears in my eyes when I got to the part about boot camp:<br /> I remember spending my 22nd<br /> birthday in boot camp, & how <br /> much I hated mail call because <br /> there were never any letters for<br /> me from Mom; the cord was cut,<br /> the maternal voice ever mute,<br /> and the cheer leader left town.<br /><br />Even though my mother is still alive, I feel like this every birthday now, since dementia has taken away nearly all of her faculties. I haven't had a card for some time. <br /> <br />Kim M. Russellhttp://writinginnorthnorfolk.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-10062795857604195482016-06-04T11:19:53.373-07:002016-06-04T11:19:53.373-07:00Oh Glenn, this moved me so much, got right inside ...Oh Glenn, this moved me so much, got right inside my heart, the image her "her little Butch" crying by her grave, the devastation of her death at 39, your eyes "ready for Viet Nam" (but could one ever be ready for what Viet Nam tuned out to be?) A masterful write, and very moving. A gorgeous elegy.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-60009275218340005062016-06-04T06:19:05.476-07:002016-06-04T06:19:05.476-07:00I was moved by every word of this powerful elegy, ...I was moved by every word of this powerful elegy, Glenn. I lost my dad when I was 22 and it definitely changed my trajectory in life. This is a gift to all that read it. Thank you.Mishhttp://mishunderstood.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-91696156958036583532016-06-03T22:52:24.345-07:002016-06-03T22:52:24.345-07:00a heartfelt elegy indeed - the shape and eloquenc...a heartfelt elegy indeed - the shape and eloquence of love.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-83099197078241263782016-06-03T15:55:23.102-07:002016-06-03T15:55:23.102-07:00Profound sadness. The pain of remembering is palpa...Profound sadness. The pain of remembering is palpable. <br />I am always mindful that I carry the mark of my mother upon my body -- that silly thing we call a navel is our lifelong connection to our mother, after she dies, until we die. That place of connection, of nurturing, of unconditional love that began within the womb. She is within you and upon you. lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12664830773553716989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-1097743550605884962016-06-03T11:39:59.652-07:002016-06-03T11:39:59.652-07:00Outstanding Glenn! Nothing more to say!Outstanding Glenn! Nothing more to say!Walt Wojtanikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02649275109990415030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-11931145902441173622016-06-03T05:08:01.864-07:002016-06-03T05:08:01.864-07:00You write so beautifully Glenn... that was fabulou...You write so beautifully Glenn... that was fabulous.thotpurgehttp://thotpurge.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-76563279401118073022016-06-03T02:43:24.635-07:002016-06-03T02:43:24.635-07:00all the words here are like teardrops and deeply m...all the words here are like teardrops and deeply moving.Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-14240714642315847302016-06-02T16:55:52.482-07:002016-06-02T16:55:52.482-07:00Glenn, this is simply stunning. I am haunted by th...Glenn, this is simply stunning. I am haunted by this: <br />"where <br /> she could spend<br /> eternity<br /> listening to the roar<br /> of<br /> jets, and the<br /> heavy<br /> thud of traffic." <br /><br />And so touched by obvious love for her. De Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04798544585779003567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-78730448845847598072016-06-02T16:19:22.300-07:002016-06-02T16:19:22.300-07:00Thank you, Glenn, for letting us, see your mom, th...Thank you, Glenn, for letting us, see your mom, through your eyes, as the memories and tears flow, from your fingers, onto the screen. Therisa's Worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14158009488213815860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-4743370527788382902016-06-02T15:28:16.490-07:002016-06-02T15:28:16.490-07:00A very moving personal share Glenn ~ Thanks for s...A very moving personal share Glenn ~ Thanks for sharing it with us ~Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-91678940939758473552016-06-02T13:18:00.806-07:002016-06-02T13:18:00.806-07:00I agree, it is perfect, as Gayle said, because it ...I agree, it is perfect, as Gayle said, because it came from your heart. You have moved me beyond more words. Thank you, Glenn.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-15863649411295886292016-06-02T13:13:01.340-07:002016-06-02T13:13:01.340-07:00It is perfect because it came from your heart. Sh...It is perfect because it came from your heart. She was taken from you way too soon, Glenn. Your portrayal of the ways that you missed her was so profound and tender too. The last stanza was particularly vivid with the silence...and finality.Gayle Walters Rosenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-38835403175023069482016-06-02T12:51:38.323-07:002016-06-02T12:51:38.323-07:00This is a perfect elegy.. it has to be one of your...This is a perfect elegy.. it has to be one of your best writing I have read... the description of that still moment, and you the little boy stepping out to touch the stone... so touching so real.. brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.com