Waiting for the Hickory @ Oschner. You tossing saltine's to scavaging sea gulls.
Response to Cramer Service Summer 2011
12 years ago
Friday, December 13, 2019
Husbands
I had so many husbands, but there was never anyone person more important than my kids. Insurance? for your mate belongs to your life, and your kids to a future you are not part of, The Prophet.
It's funny that this is what I was reading today. Thanks for the call. Aren't you wise for one so young? I'm proud of you.,
Remember Jewish Talmud teaches that we will be called to account for every permissible pleasure life offered but we refused to enjoy while on earth.
It's funny that this is what I was reading today. Thanks for the call. Aren't you wise for one so young? I'm proud of you.,
Remember Jewish Talmud teaches that we will be called to account for every permissible pleasure life offered but we refused to enjoy while on earth.
I never realized...
how short childhood was, yours or mine. When you are in, it seem like forever. I would have relaxed more, and taken more pictures. Remember when you thought you were adopted because there were no baby pictures of you?
We are meant to grow, go, and enjoy all of life's stages, and those who love us wish us this, peace and happiness.
We are meant to grow, go, and enjoy all of life's stages, and those who love us wish us this, peace and happiness.
The first Dear Gretchen,
3/23/some year past
I started this book for you in January. I was going to fill it with words of wisdom to see you through, the strands of hair I leave behind. You called last night; your friend lost her father. It scared you. I wish; I've wished that I could protect you againist death, but I can't, yours, mine, or his. I would be stealing part of living. It would not be fair.
I love you and should the unforseen happen; this is closure. You were always a pleasure often a challenge. When you were little and wore boots, because you wanted control, you celebrated your self. Then as you grew you got tough on yourself. I don't know why..
Remember you still have the magic, reach inside those boots and pull it out.
to be continued...after Grace
I started this book for you in January. I was going to fill it with words of wisdom to see you through, the strands of hair I leave behind. You called last night; your friend lost her father. It scared you. I wish; I've wished that I could protect you againist death, but I can't, yours, mine, or his. I would be stealing part of living. It would not be fair.
I love you and should the unforseen happen; this is closure. You were always a pleasure often a challenge. When you were little and wore boots, because you wanted control, you celebrated your self. Then as you grew you got tough on yourself. I don't know why..
Remember you still have the magic, reach inside those boots and pull it out.
to be continued...after Grace
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