Elizabeth, Thanks for posting that. I wish I could have commented when I read it. You blessed me so much by reading it. Which was your main goal right? :) I know that trip by yourself must have been so hard. I am so sorry you don't have your dad here to comfort you and just talk to. Reading your blog that day really helped me put a finger on what I was feeling. It was driving me crazy b/c I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I was missing my grandmother, who helped raise me everyday. I realized she was the ONLY one who would understand what I was feeling, but that I couldn't talk to her. She was the one who I needed to talk to. I am guessing by your post your dad is the one who would have known exactly what you were feeling as you were standing there. I am so sorry. I think about you and him often. Even though I don't know him I still think about you and what you miss. Hugs to you.
Oh, Kate! There is something so special about grandmothers. That she was there in your daily life ... what a blessing. Both to her and you, I'm sure. I hope I live to be that old. I think being a grandmother would be the best excuse to be as quirky as I want to be and have my grand kids love every minute of it! Loss is loss and it's tough. It's sneaky sometimes too, eh? It doesn't always let you know when an ache or pain is coming. Shaved turkey from the deli does it to me. Isn't that crazy?
Kate, she would be so proud of you. I am sad that she can't see the wonderful mom you are. Hey, maybe she and my Dad are like playing Chinese checkers up there together gabbing about Little Rock. Right back at ya with those hugs. Thanks for your sweet words Kate.
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Elizabeth,
Thanks for posting that. I wish I could have commented when I read it. You blessed me so much by reading it. Which was your main goal right? :) I know that trip by yourself must have been so hard. I am so sorry you don't have your dad here to comfort you and just talk to. Reading your blog that day really helped me put a finger on what I was feeling. It was driving me crazy b/c I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I was missing my grandmother, who helped raise me everyday. I realized she was the ONLY one who would understand what I was feeling, but that I couldn't talk to her. She was the one who I needed to talk to. I am guessing by your post your dad is the one who would have known exactly what you were feeling as you were standing there. I am so sorry. I think about you and him often. Even though I don't know him I still think about you and what you miss. Hugs to you.
Oh, Kate! There is something so special about grandmothers. That she was there in your daily life ... what a blessing. Both to her and you, I'm sure. I hope I live to be that old. I think being a grandmother would be the best excuse to be as quirky as I want to be and have my grand kids love every minute of it! Loss is loss and it's tough. It's sneaky sometimes too, eh? It doesn't always let you know when an ache or pain is coming. Shaved turkey from the deli does it to me. Isn't that crazy?
Kate, she would be so proud of you. I am sad that she can't see the wonderful mom you are. Hey, maybe she and my Dad are like playing Chinese checkers up there together gabbing about Little Rock. Right back at ya with those hugs. Thanks for your sweet words Kate.
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