Hello there. Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving your enlightened comment. I have been reading and soaking up your thoughts on your blog. Life seems to have handed you an experience that draws you closer to Heavenly Father in ways that only death of a loved one can do. I hope your weekend is one of peace and comfort. Thirty-two weeks is not long. Not long at all. Lemonade is ambitious. Add extra sugar.
(((((hugs))))) Stuff the lemonade and make a limoncello instead! Or add the lemons to your long island ice tea!!!! You can cry if you want to!!!
February 27, 2010 1:46 AM
Until yesterday, I would have said that comments don't bother me much. If they turn up, they turn up. If they don't, they don't. I have an idea of how many people read. But yesterday, amid my ball of snot and tears, I got 2 comments. I woke up to the third.
Momza, thankyou. Last night I did indeed give in on the lemonade, and settle for tea, with extra sugar, and jaffa cakes. I did enough work to make myself feel that I'd done something, and then I was nice to myself all evening. I am hanging onto Phil 4 13 with all my might some days, but then again that might be the problem.
Sarah ((hugs)) are just what I need. Just to know that someone else is out there, existing, on the days when all there is is grief and loss and pain. There aren't many words that help, but hugs do.
Penny, I like the thought process, and although I had to look up both recipes, I think I might have to try them - in the interests of intercultural understanding, you understand!
All three people took the time to comment, and in doing so have helped today start with not only a smile, but a cleaned guineapig cage, a cleaned bathroom and kitchen, the washer, tumbler and dishwasher are on, and life has a shiny side, because in the darkness, I am not alone. Thankyou ladies.
Momza, thankyou. Last night I did indeed give in on the lemonade, and settle for tea, with extra sugar, and jaffa cakes. I did enough work to make myself feel that I'd done something, and then I was nice to myself all evening. I am hanging onto Phil 4 13 with all my might some days, but then again that might be the problem.
Sarah ((hugs)) are just what I need. Just to know that someone else is out there, existing, on the days when all there is is grief and loss and pain. There aren't many words that help, but hugs do.
Penny, I like the thought process, and although I had to look up both recipes, I think I might have to try them - in the interests of intercultural understanding, you understand!
All three people took the time to comment, and in doing so have helped today start with not only a smile, but a cleaned guineapig cage, a cleaned bathroom and kitchen, the washer, tumbler and dishwasher are on, and life has a shiny side, because in the darkness, I am not alone. Thankyou ladies.