tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108724844214743792.post2565099575027931020..comments2023-06-15T06:00:57.172-07:00Comments on At the Foot of the Stairs: OdysseyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108724844214743792.post-60847771633288270012011-01-19T10:51:34.869-08:002011-01-19T10:51:34.869-08:00Tommy talked to me today about what you're doi...Tommy talked to me today about what you're doing. He said he's not even going to try to sleep on the train when he comes out. He said that trying to sleep on a train really has no point. <br /><br />I am thinking of you and holding you up in my prayers. Please know that while you might feel alone in this, you are not.<br /><br />rebeccaRebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03480054767646665418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108724844214743792.post-27460549915032975892011-01-18T07:49:05.560-08:002011-01-18T07:49:05.560-08:00You use words like a brush, creating a very vivid ...You use words like a brush, creating a very vivid picture of what you are experiencing. For this I give you high praise. This is a most difficult time and I find your words to be a blessing because I have experienced the deaths of both of my parents but did not have the skill to capture how I felt or what I was going to do. In some ways it is like looking into a mirror and seeing back 16 and then 32 years. We had no death bed conversations; this was not who we were. Reflection was not in our vocabulary. So, dear Jen, thank you for this insight and a chance to again think about the passing of my parents. Our prayers are with you as they rise like incense before the Lord.<br /><br />Love, TomAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108724844214743792.post-46599910079514307382011-01-17T05:52:31.792-08:002011-01-17T05:52:31.792-08:00You are the most beautiful person I know. Love yo...You are the most beautiful person I know. Love you, Jen.Kathy Howehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03184931817470576154noreply@blogger.com