tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700567856433724150.post8578136359518850783..comments2024-03-26T08:41:38.961-07:00Comments on Lea Sylvestro: Still Here...Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658809113061483872noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700567856433724150.post-44317931519601021842018-11-05T18:10:42.822-08:002018-11-05T18:10:42.822-08:00I cherished the time spent with my sisters during ...I cherished the time spent with my sisters during my parents last days, sometimes just two or three of us together, sometimes all 5. After my mom passed, I feared that there wouldn't be anything to bring us all together any more. That our lives would move on and take us further away from each other. I expressed that fear as we sat around mom's dining room table when the house was almost clear of everything. My sisters reassured me that we would still get together, and we have. Maybe not everyone all the time, but at least once a year we come together and it feels wonderful.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07754095913947458027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700567856433724150.post-58984559937663690012018-10-31T08:09:44.586-07:002018-10-31T08:09:44.586-07:00So poignant, Lea. Having lost my dear father at h...So poignant, Lea. Having lost my dear father at hospice, i know a lot of what you went through. Going through your childhood home is so bittersweet, I can't imagine. Beautiful and evocative writing, as ever.Laurie Stonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09065425057896134350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700567856433724150.post-37266559227686429292018-10-27T17:30:02.929-07:002018-10-27T17:30:02.929-07:00I woke up this morning and, in my first moments of...I woke up this morning and, in my first moments of consciousness, reached for my cell and connected with your latest memoir. Tears followed. What I am continually reminded of when I read your pieces on family and life are respect, love, support, love, acceptance, love. xoJoanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06634655578468169050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700567856433724150.post-14671913449525798542018-10-27T13:14:36.509-07:002018-10-27T13:14:36.509-07:00The perfect title for that generation and a humoro...The perfect title for that generation and a humorous/poignant take on hard times. I'll look for it! Love your emoji texts - so much conveyed in those little symbols! XXOOLeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14658809113061483872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700567856433724150.post-87811011642766278012018-10-26T21:37:47.453-07:002018-10-26T21:37:47.453-07:00Sometime we should sit down over a glass of verita...<br />Sometime we should sit down over a glass of veritas and talk. Have you, perchance,read Roz Chast's book on her parents last years? “Can't we Talk About Something More Pleasant?” You'll love it. When my mother fell and broke her arm it took her about 10 days for the reality to sink in that she would need help 24/7 because she needed a walker to get around safely, and now she couldn’t walk. She was so private that the idea of people staying over in her apartment, helping her bathe, etc etc- Not possible. She announced she was stopping eating. “Oh!? There's Osso Bucco on the menu tonight? I'll have that and a glass of wine.” Read Roz' book- you'll get why we 3 daughters would daily text each other emojis....if it was a ☠️ Day or a 🍞🐟🍞 (tuna sandwich) day. It's quite a journey being with parents at the end. Write on! Love. E<br />Elizahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05638684540311004286noreply@blogger.com