Granny's gone and done it again

[twisted-acres-farm]

Is this your son Grannycongrats

nope that is son's worker aka shoes on the counter KNOTHEAD

 

[MrsMistyReal]

Thanks Misty

Sweet dreams rest peacefully prayers

 

[h2oratt]

I was talking to my BFF online and trying to get her to fly up for a visit. She is so sad since her boyfriend died last week.

Oh, that’s sad.

 

[MrsMistyReal]

nope that is son's worker aka shoes on the counter KNOTHEAD

Oh cool congratulations to them his worker is getting married so what's the big dealthey look happy

 

[twisted-acres-farm]

well all think I will follow Lisa as my alerter is not working and I keep dozing off.

Sweet Dreams, Warm Fuzzies and Prayers for all

 

[CapricornFarm]

well all think I will follow Lisa as my alerter is not working and I keep dozing off.

Sweet Dreams, Warm Fuzzies and Prayers for all

Goodnight Twist, try to stay out of trouble!

 

[MrsMistyReal]

well all think I will follow Lisa as my alerter is not working and I keep dozing off.

Sweet Dreams, Warm Fuzzies and Prayers for all

Good night sweet dreams and behave yourself

 

[CapricornFarm]

I need to go check the bunnies but it keeps pouring rain. It started raining right after i set up a sheet of plywood outside to cut up. I went to close up the guineas so there i was out in the woods!

 

[pertnear09]

View attachment 1392565 View attachment 1392566 Our wedding songs
What I'm trying to do is figure out a memorial CD.Those 2 are definet
View attachment 1392569 I like this one very much
Still working on things without bawling I know suck it up I'm trying

Misty, I've misplaced my reading specs and I hope I haven't misinterpreted what you were trying to do but this below is something I found in a different thread about a year ago and found it quite touching

If I be the first of us to die,
Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving.
There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored,
The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing,
Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are.
What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,
Be still.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.

 

[MrsMistyReal]

Misty, I've misplaced my reading specs and I hope I haven't misinterpreted what you were trying to do but this below is something I found in a different thread about a year ago and found it quite touching

If I be the first of us to die,
Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving.
There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored,
The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing,
Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are.
What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,
Be still.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.

Pert this is extremely touching I have copied this & will be putting it to use,greatly appreciate it.I wanted to put things into words let alone perspective this is perfect thank you once again