In my older sister’s bedroom, I see things that remind me of her hidden love.
A flower quilt.
An old tube TV set.
A firm bed.
Two western books.
A victorian-china doll.
A picture of myself that I thought I had thrown away.
Just a lot of gems that my sister still loves the things that matter to her more than gold.
I’m okay! Happy Father’s day!
Hi, Daddy! Thanks for the small ‘Gift’!
I’m going to give you something in return!
And so will everyone else that’s been so kind to me!
If you put God and other other people before yourself, God will help you in return. —- Anonymous.
Beach music was all over the airwaves in my home. At nine years old, I was given the ‘abridge’ version of this song. Wow! The powers of the internet.
I once had a friend named Nicole. How I miss her. Can’t recall her last name, but this song was almost set to her ‘style’.
“how does a farmer mend his plants.
cute cookie pictures.
riddle about the goldfish on a honeymoon
cute cookie picture.
All can be replaced.
But only time can heal a broken heart.
I’ve lost a friend today.
What I’ll miss about this ‘Southern Belle’ is the put-downs and put-ups she gave to me.
Her sassiness and sweet charm that all men loved.
I’ll always miss the firey ‘Southern Belle’.
For there may never be another one to take her place.
What a shame.
Goodbye, Southern Belle.
For Rue McClelham, her friends and all who she had touched.