Posted on 06/27/2014 11:19:26 PM PDT by nickcarraway
Just another ignernt NY progressive obot. When the SHTF she will be in the first die off as she does not have an extra can of chili in the cupboard, a man with a gun to protect her or a gun to do the job herself. :-)
Those boating accidents can be brutal. I sure hope you learned a lesson.
I am that guitarist and my wife doesn't mind a bit...'cause I play really good and I play really good guitar and really good music.
FMCDH(BITS)
Why so uptight, Ann? I’ll bet you could train a bird dog with a bean burrito.
After his death, I sold the boat to his friend who helped build it. He calls me about once a month to see if I need anything. He could not even get in the boat for months and months after he bought it. He said the memories would not let him. I was the same way after my daughter’s death and after my husband’s death. I would just want to bawl when I first started going to places we had gone. I still can not go to one store where my husband and I shopped. I gave his friend and my brother most ofhis fishing lures, lines, rods n reels. He must have had 50 rods n reels. I miss them. My daughter died in January, 2004, my brother died in May, 2006, my husband in July, 2006 and my mom in January, 2007. I find it interesting that my mom’s dad died on 1/6/26, my dad on 1/6/84 and my mom on 1/06/07. My mom would have been 103 in April of 2007. All of them are really missed but God still reigns.
She could not have been trusted to know that.
My monitor is all blurry. :(
I am sorry! I did not intend to make anyone sad. I am doing ok. I have days where I just want to cry. I really want to cry when I happen to remember an incident which happened after my daughter’s death. I had gone back to choir practice and was standing by the alto section. I looked up and saw 2 members walking in. We made eye contact and they turned around, walked out that door and walked in another one to avoid me. Made me feel like I was contagious. They may have thought I was. No one wants to deal with losing a child. It is the very worst experience in the world. I did not expect a lot of talking but a hug would have been nice. I will always treasure the hugs I got. It did not even bother me when the lady who washes my hair called me by my daughter’s name for years. I knew she was thinking about her.
According to her bio, she grew up in Dubuque, IA and went to college in Missouri. I guess she has forgotten her Midwestern roots and become completely entrenched in NYC/LA culture.
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