tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post116466008507303061..comments2023-10-18T20:19:34.717-04:00Comments on Poetic Acceptance: Less than a weekErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-1164944629745101542006-11-30T22:43:00.000-05:002006-11-30T22:43:00.000-05:00I am hooked on reading your blog, your honesty is ...I am hooked on reading your blog, your honesty is so soothing to me. We just get through things one day at a time, and the thing we though would upset us is often not the one that knocks us down.Rainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13310666391868911676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-1164921885476030392006-11-30T16:24:00.000-05:002006-11-30T16:24:00.000-05:00(((HUGS)))(((HUGS)))Evehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13887190053772534491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-1164904267367712582006-11-30T11:31:00.000-05:002006-11-30T11:31:00.000-05:00*hugs* E. I can only imagine how tough it is to wa...*hugs* E. I can only imagine how tough it is to watch other babies grow and wonder how Nova might be at this age. I think you're doing wonderful things in his memory, though. <BR/><BR/> Tell me, if I were to maybe start a knitalong for the CVRU, what item would be most warmly accepted? Blankets? Booties? Hats? All of the above? I'd like to do something in honor of him, and benefiting other kids Mommyleekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17791423485316355896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-1164858879947429742006-11-29T22:54:00.000-05:002006-11-29T22:54:00.000-05:00..Sir James Eric Watkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08439184492064693110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-1164820393575293022006-11-29T12:13:00.000-05:002006-11-29T12:13:00.000-05:00*hug* you're doing a wonderful thing, sweetie. I...*hug* you're doing a wonderful thing, sweetie. I can never pretend to understand what you went through or are going through still. I can only say that I feel your pain. It hangs over me in the air that I breathe. It was tough enough knowing we could have lost John to his addiction. All I can say is I love you still and think of you often. I wish we could ALL wake up from our nightmares.westcoastmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028noreply@blogger.com