tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post704988419099622155..comments2023-11-03T05:09:33.978-04:00Comments on Fragments of Grace: Listening to My SonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-39736782283997845562010-11-11T16:20:23.612-05:002010-11-11T16:20:23.612-05:00You did good my friend.You did good my friend.Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18109434000548545135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-13292245140193298282010-11-10T08:28:58.156-05:002010-11-10T08:28:58.156-05:00Oh, the courage it takes to part with their things...Oh, the courage it takes to part with their things when that's all you have left. I understand the reluctance and the slow effort. I love that you "heard" Josh tell you what to do with those clothes. His spirit is alive and well, and still thinking of others. <br />Hugs to you, Mama. I know you miss him terrible.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14519140951660677172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-45309829672936247542010-11-09T19:45:33.368-05:002010-11-09T19:45:33.368-05:00dang. that hurts, the truth of it....good young ma...dang. that hurts, the truth of it....good young man of good mother.Terrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15667178624061122421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-85960521158430061792010-11-09T18:20:58.217-05:002010-11-09T18:20:58.217-05:00Your son was a very good man. Who has a very good...Your son was a very good man. Who has a very good mother.<br /><br /><br />(((((You)))))Juleshttp://winsomelearnsome.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-69986064815230009132010-11-09T15:02:36.272-05:002010-11-09T15:02:36.272-05:00{{{{{{Robin}}}}}}
Josh lives in each of us and in ...{{{{{{Robin}}}}}}<br />Josh lives in each of us and in those who will stay warm this winter, have clothes for that job interview, or have a clean pair of jeans to wear to school.Carolnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-62040379559576952762010-11-09T10:36:31.488-05:002010-11-09T10:36:31.488-05:00I'm proud of you and of Josh.I'm proud of you and of Josh.Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11641264346663533706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-43411227244667580682010-11-08T22:49:28.000-05:002010-11-08T22:49:28.000-05:00Tears stinging my eyes. For you, for him.
I love ...Tears stinging my eyes. For you, for him. <br />I love it when I hear that voice, clearly telling me what she wants/would want me to do. But I don't like the fact that it's in my head, not in my ears - that she's not right here in the room with me, telling me face to face. <br />I feel the same way about you & Josh - glad that he "told you" what to do today, and respectful of your courage to do it, but sorry you had to hear it this way. But I love that he spoke to you, and you listened, and acted. Contact. Sending love to you.Gbergerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08895779471612397202noreply@blogger.com