tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047851618687412287.post2791661885476516350..comments2017-09-09T10:14:20.460-07:00Comments on In Memory of Bryan Klungreseter: Six Months and CountingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047851618687412287.post-53802100150617092262009-06-17T08:04:07.968-07:002009-06-17T08:04:07.968-07:00i sometimes second-guess the direction of this blo...i sometimes second-guess the direction of this blog. i think: man, i am morbid! this is too real. and i can't tell happy stories because i feel sorry for myself. then i get a response like yours daddy and i know it is right. i worry about you because i don't know what is going on in that stoic heart of yours. and for whatever weird reason, this blog has forged an opportunity to be open and real. even if it is online and strangers can see into our lives too. bizarre, yes. but i am so glad. i don't care if it is shameless and vulnerable. thanks for giving me a glimpse of your heart today daddy. i miss him too. but like you, i grieve with HOPE. because our separation is only temporary. all this pain is fleeting. blink. one day soon we will all be together again. just think how fast our reilly girl is growing! time is racing on. thanks for the visual of Bryan standing tall next to Jesus. that made me smile. in the middle of my tears. i love you dad. we will go on. another minute, another hour, another day, without him here but always in our hearts. boy! that sound so much like a sappy card. but that is what helps. i guess that is why there are cards like that :)<br /><br />love, me<br /><br />ps i know quail season is coming up and even though you know bob doesn't like killing stuff, i am sure his sons will. it won't be the same but nothing ever will so let's embrace what there is. teaching my sons to hunt like you did yours.Reilly Fitzpatrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05519845711794278044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047851618687412287.post-88032690355068851182009-06-16T11:37:18.924-07:002009-06-16T11:37:18.924-07:00Six months,six weeks, six days, six hours and yet ...Six months,six weeks, six days, six hours and yet sometimes it feels like only six minutes ago our lives were changed forever. No more Snuss for me to talk sports, life and the relative meaning of our quail hunts! He was so excited about teaching the boys to hunt, just as I had taught him so many years before. The milestones that he will not attend is way to long to list, but as I think about them all it makes my heart burst in pain and again the tremendous grief overwhelms me and engulfs my entire soul and I sob shamelessly. The sobs seem to wrack my whole body and I shutter giving in completely to my pain. But then I grab on to what I know to be true, God answers prayers and he answered our's when we asked him to help our son. What helps me add another minute,hour,day, month and yes even soon a year, is that knowledge that he his exactly where he belongs, standing tall next to Jesus and adding a little of his humor the situation......<br /><br />Love,<br />DaddyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047851618687412287.post-82192348484902947282009-06-15T07:50:01.768-07:002009-06-15T07:50:01.768-07:00Ah Baby girl.....I soooo wish I could make this be...Ah Baby girl.....I soooo wish I could make this better for you and all our family.With the Lord's grace you and everyone else will slowly heal.Do not ever put a time on grief because I have learned that greif knows no time!I love all of you and wish with all my heart that we find our way back to closeness somehow.....Peace and Love,Aunty IngyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com