Sometimes there just isn't words to say what you feel.
Heartsick to read about Blooie.
Or Rachel, Phil, the Good Egg.
Just a hard thread to read.
So if it's alright, I'm just going to pull my rocking chair up
on the porch here, close my eyes and think about this thread
for a minute.
I've read most of this thread since I've been back. Can't read it
all at once. Too sad. So I do it in bits and pieces. This isn't one
of those thread where I generally hang out and laugh, or tell some
This is about real life, and real people. Some of the issues we
And sometimes, I don't know what words to say. Certainly nothing
we all haven't heard a hundred times over.
Yes, I mention some of my Chicken friends by name when I pray.
Those of you that I remember. I'm terrible on names.
But as I said, I've read this post.
Look at it every day.
And I see these funny little words over by our names. Words like
Friend, Greeter, Spirit, Golden Feather, 5 year, 6 year. Almost
without exception, one or more of those words appear beside our
What would our combined posts be? Certainly a big number.
And I would say that pretty well sums this group up...Friend, Greeter,
Works for me.
No, I don't have the right words to say tonight. Not to any of you.
But know that you're never far from my thoughts or my prayers.
So I'm just going to set here in this rocker Em gave me and think
about my friends tonight.
Maybe say a prayer for Diane, who's heart went Blooie.