tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214838.post5166889875236313749..comments2024-03-04T17:54:32.559+00:00Comments on Iain Dale's Diary: CopingIain Dalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03270146219458384372noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214838.post-54434915179471584022009-02-27T13:13:00.000+00:002009-02-27T13:13:00.000+00:00Ex-Apprentice - you and your friend Stanislav make...Ex-Apprentice - you and your friend Stanislav make me sick. You weren't here - you have no idea what the mood was in the Commons. Don't presume to judge.Lady Finchleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03695379463537122656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214838.post-6210541902304249472009-02-27T08:40:00.000+00:002009-02-27T08:40:00.000+00:00While I think it a tad trite to try and apportion ...While I think it a tad trite to try and apportion degrees of loss to the death of a child, especially as people do tend to hint that the loss of a disabled child can be a slight relief to the parents - I heard a very interesting (and in hindsight, obvious) comment on the news.<BR/><BR/>For a lot of parents with severely disabled children, the loss is often a lot worse as there is now a sudden and largely unexpected hole in their days.<BR/><BR/>Suddenly, the carers aren't around, the routine trips to hospital no longer happen, the nurses and doctors who were friends are strangers never to be seen again - the whole daily routine is shaken up in a way which simply doesn't happen when a so-called normal child dies.<BR/><BR/>If we are to apportion degrees of grief, then the loss of a disabled child can be more traumatic in the medium term because of the change in lifestyle that necessarily follows.IanVisitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01856596397401878698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214838.post-43465530117114007732009-02-27T07:29:00.000+00:002009-02-27T07:29:00.000+00:00Please, enough already.Please, enough already.force12https://www.blogger.com/profile/09972996057694609151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214838.post-48443675180880106482009-02-27T06:34:00.000+00:002009-02-27T06:34:00.000+00:00I do find these comments about how this is Diana-m...I do find these comments about how this is Diana-mania all over again misplaced. Cameron is a public figure - the concept that this should be "private" and that it's somehow his fault it isn't is ridiculous. On the basis that it was always going to be a public event, and one which would, of course, bring media coverage of the issue of raising severely disabled children, I think the media reaction has been untypically thoughtful. <BR/>To suggest this shouldn't have been "for public display" because it's in the papers and on the TV is a comment of intellectual bankruptcy.OscarIndiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10738557392950122273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214838.post-52709584012353994292009-02-27T00:02:00.000+00:002009-02-27T00:02:00.000+00:00Enough.Enough.4x4 the peoplehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09123923960702059282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214838.post-91759476242158436882009-02-27T00:00:00.000+00:002009-02-27T00:00:00.000+00:00I hope you don't mind I would like to leave part o...I hope you don't mind I would like to leave part of my blog peice ...... <BR/>I was very impressed with the coverage of David Cameron son Ivan's death and sadden. Although I have Cerebral Palsy, I have no idea what it is like to parent and lose such a severely disabled child but I know his death is too large for me to comprehend. My parents' love was my rock I built on.<BR/>For once I thought Gordon Brown, British Prime Minister, got it spot on by cancelling Prime Minister's Question Time, his tribute, in the commons, was heartfelt and statesman like!Kevin James French Musichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09429016513640635311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214838.post-51845252744041088182009-02-26T23:12:00.000+00:002009-02-26T23:12:00.000+00:00Mr Stanislav has great poetic gifts but little sen...Mr Stanislav has great poetic gifts but little sense of history. He might like to research how stiffly upper-lipped the nation was to learn, in the 19th century, of the fate of Little Nell, who was, and remains, a fictional character. Wilde said it would take a heart of stone not to laugh but he was being just a little too glib on that occasion. Grief resonates with us all, whether it is in fiction or in reality.<BR/><BR/>I have no poetic gifts so I'll hand you over to a man who did.<BR/><BR/>'No man is an island, entire of itself...'<BR/><BR/>You know the rest.Jim Baxterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10817293012642419524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214838.post-6866897497272106902009-02-26T21:57:00.000+00:002009-02-26T21:57:00.000+00:00Iain, you are losing the plot, this is not Dear De...Iain, you are losing the plot, this is not Dear Deidre...Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07165615283953837706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214838.post-67351623647491284092009-02-26T21:51:00.000+00:002009-02-26T21:51:00.000+00:00"I challenge anyone to get to the end of THIS terr..."I challenge anyone to get to the end of THIS terribly moving article without tearing up."<BR/><BR/>I somehow managed to. Get to the end. Without "tearing up". I must be a callous, heartless, unfeeling bastard.<BR/><BR/>Or just someone who feels the sad, tragic personal experience of this gentleman, and the Camerons, is just that - personal. Not for public display.<BR/><BR/>I append a comment by Mr Stanislav, which is pertinent:<BR/><BR/>stanislav's blues said...<BR/><BR/>The television is revolting. All across the marshaled, suited ranks of the twitterati is phoney sorrow; maufactured, expert-led grief; crass, vulgar sentimentality collides with the repulsive insincerity which only Gordon the Ruiner can muster; the nation, again, gorges on Death by Association.<BR/><BR/>Who made us into wailing, breast-beating Arabs; who turned the chamber of the house of commons into an episode of EastEnders -show some respect, you slags - who crashed the levee of taciturn self-restraint and Decency, Death's quiet, dutiful attendants. Who launched a Come All Ye, a national Festival of Sorrow ? Who made jelly of our stiff upper lip?<BR/><BR/>Time there was when heads would bow, kindly and wisely; this, they would recognise, sorrowfully, was a mercy, for all concerned; this would never endure. The grieving would find comfort in remembrance and among survivors; others would mind such business as was properly theirs.<BR/><BR/>Here, Ruin at our throats, awash in engineered and inappropriate mourning, we feast on the dead and bereaved, snarling at one another's greed.<BR/><BR/>26 February 2009 01:29an ex-apprenticehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04967821802512064291noreply@blogger.com