tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post6041468237781713639..comments2024-03-29T03:43:45.977-04:00Comments on Of Battered Aspect: International Day of Mourning and Memory; January 23: UpdateDave Hingsburgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11918601687946534172noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-33599739855129862572012-01-23T13:22:29.929-05:002012-01-23T13:22:29.929-05:00@Anonymous Parents made these choices too, and not...@Anonymous Parents made these choices too, and not all of them chose to send their disabled children away. It's not right to pretend it was something they had no involvement in.Rutinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-52143976864744609992012-01-20T09:44:47.137-05:002012-01-20T09:44:47.137-05:00I have never posted on this blog before, but I am ...I have never posted on this blog before, but I am a regular reader. I just want to say that I really like the idea of the International Day of Mourning, and I thnink that the song is beautiful - except for the line "Do we blame the mother that chose neglect". I think that lays tremendous guilt and shame on those mothers. Many were just doing what they were told by the doctors, staff and family. Maybe they had little means and support to care for this child. I truly believe that most mothers do not chose neglect.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-82222404466468805402012-01-14T14:30:09.288-05:002012-01-14T14:30:09.288-05:00What a bittersweet song.What a bittersweet song.theknappernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-40155029327736833372012-01-14T11:31:06.144-05:002012-01-14T11:31:06.144-05:00I had an older sister once. Back in "those&...I had an older sister once. Back in "those" days. I never knew her, but I remember being about 8 years old when my parents learned she had passed away. I had never seen my father cry until that day.<br /><br />Fast forward, I have a daughter who very well could have been there. <br /><br />Thank you, Dave, for your advocacy.<br />Thank you to my daughter's carers.<br />Thank you to the pediatrician 33 years ago who gave us hope.<br />Thank you, my daughter, for being the you that you are.AkMomnoreply@blogger.com