Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for July 16, 2012

It’s an adult thing Alix. The longer you don’t find out, the better for you.

Awww, that’s sweet. And King Shark, you’re right. Alix’ll find out for herself soon enough.

Pretty brilliant cartoon strip Ms Eliot. You have managed to make a crusty old git like me all misty eyed – WOW and Mwah

Good stuff Jan!

Some things are bitter sweet…

Sorry to intrude but what happened to her Dad?

Loveliest arc in a lovely strip…

Sweet….I got something in my eye, too.

He died of cancer.

< sniff > ;_(

Sniff… I hope she never loses that connection.

Kids – even when they’re very little – can pick up things, more than grown-ups realize.+Kids can and do pick up things when grown-ups don’t know it.

My son passed (7 yrs ago) a month before my grandson was born, so he has no memories of his own of his father. His big sister used to tell him about their daddy, but I’ve noticed she doesn’t talk about him as much any more.

Must be rain drops falling from my eyes…

You don’t have to be a Mom, but merely be human. “Oh, such bittersweet tears of joy.”(anonymous)

My son has a few memories of his grandfather, who passed away when he was 2 1/2. My father was a concert pianist, and my son would go in to the piano and play, gently (sounded sort of new age-y – he certainly hadn’t taken lessons yet!), and my father loved to hear him.

vision blurry.

“Sniffs” That’s such a touching moment that Alix can remember something like that about her own dad.

I’m guessing she missed her husband.

There’s truly nothing left to say!!

I remember a toy red fire truck, rubber boots like Christopher Robin wore, an old cable ferry somewhere across the slough, my dad driving his Volkswagon through high water during the spring rise along the Coos River and it floating, the washing machine on the back porch and my mom getting really disgusted about the piece of plywood she pulled up that had inch long mildew hanging off it, the time I visited cousins who had a trash dump in a creek and me falling into the broken glass from which I still bear scars. And then there are the things I just know, like Alix does, not remembering the acquiring of the knowledge, but having absorbed it like a sponge, it will always be with me. 46 years ago…

And the best memory from 3 years old was standing on the seat in that Volkswagon, honking the horn. I was bored and sitting in the parking lot under a doctor’s window. Dr Pruitt probably had too much in hand at the time to care. An important delivery was on its way and it was worth the wait. My sister… General Practitioners, we miss you!

It IS a teary eyed moment.

I’m a lot like this mom. My former husband passed when our girls were 10 and 15. happy & sad at the same time happens a lot.

DOCTOR: You’re doing it again. CLARA: Doing what? DOCTOR: The smile. CLARA: Yeah, I’m smiling. DOCTOR: It’s the sad smile. It’s a smile but you’re sad. It’s confusing. It’s like two emotions at once. It’s like you’re malfunctioning.