Just a few responses

I am not sure how to reply to posts on this blog, and I always want to.... so I thought I'd try this method of replying to a few of the most recent comments...

I grew up in the middle of a cotton field, about 20 miles from Memphis, TN.

A great deal of my family on my father's side, still live in the area. I became sort of a rolling stone for a while and lost touch with them. With the advent of Facebook, we have really reconnected and it has been wonderful. I have reconnected with lifelong friends too, and there is nothing better is there? Friends and family. What a treasure I have.

Dear Aunt Mary Frances,

I don't know about being a "wonder" but I certainly have some good genes! So, thanks!

I appreciate your sweet comments and concern, always. You have always been one of my favorite aunts. Please give Uncle Sam a hug for me.

Dear Cousin Dixie,

Tell Sid that I thought the saying was "Dumb as a box of hammers"! LOL! You don't realize how much it means to me to read a post from you and feel your love and prayers.I am a huge believer in their power and that is what has gotten me this far without falling apart. I am not losing touch with any of you... and until we meet again, please know how much a appreciate and love you.

Dear Big Ry,

How'd you get to be so sweet?? You' didn't get it from me... Thanks for being there.

I Love you and yours!

Dear Joni Clair,

There was a big hole in my heart when we lost touch for so many years. Facebook is goofy, I suppose but it reconnected me with a dear, old friend.

I chose to tell you what I was going through because I know what a loving and spiritual person you are. And I have always considered you my friend, through all the years. I also figured you had a hotline attached to your prayers because God couldn't not listen to a sweet soul like yours. Thank you for being here with me through this. I wish we were next door neighbors.

Oh, and I am listening to the J.T. Christmas album as I write. : D

XO

Dear T,

Never miss a beat. I can not see or talk to you for years and when I do, its always like we never stopped. You have really always been there for me and thank you angel, for doing it again. Thank you for visiting our little boy's resting place. I know he loves you as much as I do.

P.S. You're right. I must have been think of birthday... I was 26. A million lifetimes ago, huh.

Dear Nena,

You are there for me in a way that only a sister could be. You know how I am feeling before I do. And with your love and support, you rose to the occasion bringing every sort of magic that made me feel better and better.

How do you thank someone for that? I just plain don't know.

Love and hugs...

Through the last few months, I have felt a little like a pawn on a chess board, hopping from place to place, trying not to get plucked out of the game. Sometimes, a pawn can make it across the board and be given a new life. That is how I feel right now, like I get to have a life.

I know, I know... stuff can come back but I never actually admitted to having it in the first place so I sure as hell ain't about to call it back.

I don't know why I have been lassoed with this situation, it is a quandary.. but rather than dwell on that, I want to dwell on what I have been allowed... I get to live.