tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558176878688038557.post4807266442372967817..comments2023-12-14T01:52:14.718-08:00Comments on Vampire Rose, the aging Goth: Of the Boston Bomber Capture~~~~Vampire Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713863974950452645noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558176878688038557.post-14164889917437896292013-04-23T10:21:03.606-07:002013-04-23T10:21:03.606-07:00Hello Rebecca,
Thank you for sharing yours. Some...Hello Rebecca,<br /><br />Thank you for sharing yours. Sometimes tragedy comes in very violent ways. I lost my Grandfather when I was about 4 or 5 It is one of my earliest posts.<br /><br />But the one that began to seriously color me I posted about on Dec 16, 2012 labeled "of Tragedy, pain, tears and Friends" it was very bad, much like how you lost your Father.<br /><br />I was greatful that my parents to old age, and their passing was peaceful in many ways.<br /><br />Thank you again.Vampire Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03713863974950452645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558176878688038557.post-23747925604549985592013-04-23T08:49:18.868-07:002013-04-23T08:49:18.868-07:00I am also glad to hear that there has been a captu...I am also glad to hear that there has been a capture and also believe that there will be much to learn in the coming days and months about what drove these young men to do what they did.<br /><br />Your story of what happened to your brother reminds me of something similar in my life. One of my uncles shot and killed his wife. I think I was around 5 years old when it happened. Everything was very out in the open, people spoke openly in front of me about what had happened. In a way it kind of prepared me for the greatest tragedy of my own life when at 6 years old I was with my father when he was killed in a freak accident. I stood alone on a country road while he died. I was the only one with him. I remember vividly standing there waiting quietly for "help" to arrive. <br /><br />Death was never hidden from me as a child by the adults around me and I believe that helped me cope and become stronger.<br /><br />Sometimes the dark teaches us hard lessons but through that darkness we find the light.<br /><br />Thank you for sharing your story:)<br />Rebeccamorserenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00004107230152134696noreply@blogger.com