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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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[This message has been edited by lucky (edited 06-01-2000).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky~ So tenderly done. Tears spring to my eyes and a lump to my throat. You seem to be going through some very deep valleys right now. These are beautiful memories. Thank you for sharing them. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
lucky, this is so touching and heart felt... such tenderness in this poem's beauty. |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
My Crazy M&M girls, I can't begin to tell you of your tenderness for Rosemary and myself, your both so caring. Marge thank you so much for your help up late. Somebody was able to see something. Now I must tell you both. God told me to tell you that you should both slow down so little 'ol Dale can catch up. You believe that..? Well, maybe He didn't say it exactly that way, but I'm sure it was something to that effect. |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Oh, honey, I know these three words were the last words your mother exclaimed, at the moment of her sudden death, sitting beside your daddy on a peaceful early June evening. I know how they haunt you. I remember your daddy telling us the next day in stunned disbelief, motionless, in the same chair he had been sitting in the night before - "she surely wasn't talking to me. I'm not God. She must have been calling God." He knew where her spirit was soaring to - the presence of God. Even as we must wait, and she must sleep, her spirit is safe forever. We know, for we knew her faith. I'm so very sorry you had to lose her at such a young age - not even seventy. I'm so sorry, my dearest. She was such a sweet mom. She loved me from twelve years old. And she loved you with a very special love that I could always sense. I'm so sorry. ~ ~ ~ The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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