Mar 07, 2004 07:18
I called him the southern version of my dad. We didn't always agree or see eye to eye, but he was such a wonderful man with so much intergrity. Sure he could be grumpy, but that was part of his charm. He called me in the hospital when I was having Silas...He reminded me that I had friends who loved me. He's gone and now I can't stop crying...
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my thoughts and pryers are with you!
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Remember, hun, that there is a time and season for everything. Your tears and sadness is OKAY! Don't push yourself out of a season until it's time.
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*hugs*
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