Post by Bobute on Oct 5, 2005 16:17:59 GMT -5
To each and everyone, my heartfelt thanks for accepting mE as I am. That is true friendship. Being accepted as you are, up to a point. I feel I must add that, because I do not expect anyone to accept meaness or unkindness under the label of having Alz, or anything else.
To be honest, at times I am very afraid, then it passes. Maybe moreso now that my son, my rock, is no longer here to hold mE.
The storms, current conditions all around, changing season, just life in general have been overwhelming this year as we await a possible Downs baby in December.
I am just one of the many who happens to be able to write my story. Many cannot, will not, choose to holdback. Some, because they have never been asked to tell how it was or is.
I am very much honored Norbet and feel quite unworthy of all the praise given. You ask, "what can you say," I have no answer for that except to say "its all good," on occasion maybe xoxox Bless you and thank you so very much.
You are highly respected here. Your help and wisdom have gotten so many through in times of swift water. We all know you have our best interest at heart. If any one is honored it should be you for all you give unselfishly to so many.......God bless
I did not have another board in mind, God knows why? Here I am loved, welcome, nourished, held and my place by the fire never grows cold.
Pat has my rocker & quilt ready, I see someone has placed some fluffy bunny slippers nearby. The tea is ready, cookies are fresh from the oven, where in this world would I go other than to my saltbox near Lady Atlantic, where all would be welcome to follow.
We could listen to north wind howl, hear a distant fog horn, and wait the night for a foggy morning to arrive. Bright red Amaryllis smile across the dimly lit room as shadows dance across an old beam ceiling.
Nooks and crannies of books, board games, shells, and gifts from the sea will be shared by one and all. Someone will read to us, maybe a ghost story of a fine vessel lost at sea.
My Greyhounds yawn in boredom, as feather beds for all wait in the loft above. Gather huge pillows covered in ticking and cuddle by the fire or seek refuge among the quilts and feathers of down
I think I will linger awhile longer as the fire settles into a warm glow. This peaceful place, where all are welcome and safe, is called home.......
Angels on your pilow.
Marinochka/Bobute
from the sea
XOXOX
