Dear Nance--

i had told everyone on the Front Desk that you needed prayers for this Friday--but this post is wonderful -you and your son, getting treatment and you son NOT being with your ex any longer but with you is answer to at least part of my prayers for you. i understand that your life getting ready to move and in treatment will take your time and dedication right now.

There's one thing you can be sure of whether you post any time soon or not--you are still my friend and absolutely in my prayers. I'm so thrilled he is with you!! Now all they need is to detox the poisons from your ex and remind your son how much more worthy you are of his love and respect. I am so proud of you for getting him into treatment instead of with your ex.

Love, hugs, and prayers being sent your way.

ASK, prayers sent your way to help you cope with the loss of your beloved pet.  Pets are so special, and it hurts so much to lose them.  I'm so sorry to read about your loss.

I don't like the circumstances, but I'm really glad to see you again.  I've missed you!

I can't be anti February, since my Grandma was born in 1908 and lived a few months past her 100th birthday. One cousin, my sister in law and I were all born in February and we're just going to finally celebrate with the kids on Mondaynight. My son can't eat after 8PM  and his class ends at 7PM.So instead of having carry-out Chinese here, we'll have it at the kid's and he'll have almost an hour to tank up. I keep struggling with the color deciding to change itself randomly. It's not worth stressing about, but don't let it seem like I was color blind. That only happens when it comes to the shade of someone's skin.

When you talk about the loss of this young man from your church, it takesme back to the loss of a young boy I had in the Children's Chapel before he turned 11. I can still see his face shining while I was playing guitar and the kids were all ranged around me singing "Michael Row the Boat Ashore." He was absolutely tone deaf, and he sang with such happiness and joy--which after all was the purpose, not perfect pitch. the way the lighting was, you could turn it down to seem like it was all lit by candles. that was a special treat the kids loved.

Bruce was out on a snow mobile went it went under a branch and he was hit in  the head. He was the only son,but his parents faced him being brain dead and donated everything that was transplantable then. There are 7 people walking around with parts of his. I didn't know what to say to his parents. When the church expanded the basement "Undercroft" they doubled the size of the library and it is named in his honor. Another young man died in a car accident when he was 19. He was the only child that couple had.

I've found the best thing to do is ask if they want to talk about it, or about him. Tell them you'll still be there for them if they want to talk later about anything. So many people will be there for them at the beginning and then trickle off. Call then after a month or so and invite them out for coffee, bring in a casserole. I don't see you as the " i told them I was sorry or I sent a card" type.

Don't feel guilty about mourning the loss of your cat when someone else is grieving for a lost child. One loss doesn't diminish the other--after all, the prayers are all being sent to the same place. When my dog died, i didn't remember life without him, and i was his chosen person. I felt guilty because I didn't feel the same amount of grief for my step-Grandma I'd only met twice, or my baby brother I'd only seen twice in his brief 5 day life. I couldn't help it.

I'll pray for strength for both you and your congregation, especially his parents.

you are welcome. Hey, the one thing I always hated about having a birthday in February as a kid  was getting clothes because the toys hadn't been restocked yet from Christmas and the letters i had the most trouble with were in it.Although one year that worked out--one aqua dress that was too old for me became my Aunt's Easter dress, the first new dress in a few years. They had 2 kids and money was tight. She gave me some of her clothes that didn't fit. She died suddenly last December. out of their 4 kids, the youngest and busiest calls him every day.

I sent word down to my uncle through Mother that he was in our prayers, but we had decided that the last thing he needs at the moment is stories about her right now. Mother said that he was very grateful for our thoughtfulness. He's living in what was her dream house, and he can't help seeing her in every little touch. He's going to sell it because of that and move to assisted living. She was only 68. isn't it odd that now we consider that young? It hits home with us because my own husband turns 67 this year.

If you can--about any of these sad anniversaries--try to think of the days they died as the day they took up their lives with God. I'm sure that your pets will have learned new tricks and won't drool. No more sore joints or any pain at all. i understand that sometimes when a soul returns, the 'official' greeterscan't keep the pets from getting there first. personally, that sounds good to me. I'm not in a major hurry, but there are a growing number of pets and people I will be glad to see again.

I appreciate the information. I think the fact that we've been becoming almost a family on the depression support forum is a blessing for all of us.

Hang in there. This month is almost gone and the skies will figure we've had enough snow.

YAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!!!!   I really really really need to scream yell holler cuss and preferably physically HURT somebody, no kidding.  Friend of mine, at that.  I'm so freakin' tired of her and her mouth and her know-it-all attitude, and her been-there-done-that-before-you-did remarks and if it wasn't HER it was by God somebody in her friggin' family that did it, no kidding.  I don't give a damn where you've been, what you've done, what kind of sickness you've dealt with, where you've been to school, whatthehellevah...she or someone in her family did it first and did it better, and if it was a sickness, well hell, they were sicker first!!!!!!!   I can't stand that crap.  I can't stand it I can't stand it i can't stand it and don't know how to cope with it any more it just gets worse and worse and worse all the time.  Took me a while to realize what she's like.  And she USED to work with me.  Key word there is USED to...but she hangs out in the waffle house for hours at a time and acts like she still works there, always in somebody's business, always and I do mean always, no matter what who is talking about she is in it!  If two waitresses are talking she will actually get up out of her seat and run up to them and butt right into their conversation.  And some of my co-workers don't appreciate it, and get rude with her, and then she sulks, sigh.  The other night one of my customers asked me what a certain sandwich was and she jumped out of her booth and got right inbetween me and him and started to tell him...I told her to sit down, and she did, sigh.  Then she giggled at the man and said, "Well, I used to work here, I guess it's a habit to try and help."  Ok, USED to...about ten years or so ago, sigh. 

On fb last week, she told me about a new group, "You Might Have Grown Up in Mableton If...."   Next thing I knew, I was a MEMBER of that group...and hadn't asked to join it.  Then I got an email from her telling me she had added me.  I'm sorry, shouldn't you have asked me if I WANTED to join that blasted group before you signed me in?  I unjoined, and posted on my own wall that I had, and that I hadn't signed myself up, etc.  For one thing, I was getting 30-40 emails a day from that page.  Another reason is that hey, I'm from Away, I didn't grow up in Mableton.  For another thing, there are a few totally insane and crazy people there...one of them is her daughter.  And finally, it just plain didn't interest me.   Jeez.

End of rant, my shoulders actually feel better now, 'cause that was a major load I was carrying tonight.  She really is a friend, but man, sometimes I just want to choke her...or at least put a muzzle on the smart little mouth of hers.  And since I can't do either one, I just had to come here and dump.  Whew.