tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305605325493490323.post7239316811539260345..comments2023-03-31T06:54:38.976-07:00Comments on Living and Retiring in Ecuador: Sometimes There are No WordsConnie Pombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11897266570990786617noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305605325493490323.post-15530466341366140062012-02-27T08:03:26.927-08:002012-02-27T08:03:26.927-08:00Thank you for such comforting words. It's so t...Thank you for such comforting words. It's so true about seeing your parents alive when you go back to the house. After the funeral, I walked through each room and re-lived a thousand memories. The night after the funeral, I got up to turn the television off and I swore I saw Dad Pombo asleep in his favorite place on the sofa. So strange and yet so comforting.Connie Pombohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11897266570990786617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305605325493490323.post-87132384120313755242012-02-10T11:20:08.945-08:002012-02-10T11:20:08.945-08:00I just started reading your blog. I once told a fr...I just started reading your blog. I once told a friend one of the difficult things we go through is the loss of our parents. No one will love you unconditional like your folks. It's a weird and cold place once they leave. I grew up in Miami and we lived in the same house all my life. When I go down there I swear I can see my mom hanging clothes out in the back. My heart would give anything to go back to 1979 and be a kid again.<br /><br />I wish your family strength during this time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com