Knottie's Niche tells what she's learned of Pokey's last moments. She's an amazing mom who's lost an amazing son. Drop by and say ... "Hey."
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The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
4 comments:
Oh my. I just can't even imagine that we will be facing our son's decision in just 12 short little years. We hope that he will follow in his daddy's footsteps. (HH was in Saudi) Although it is a mixed feeling I must admit.
Thanks Bob, the reminder is clear.
Happy Thanksgiving Bob!
JDP
JDP--
Thanks for the sentiment. We've had a nice quiet visit with our grown sons. I do hope you've had a good Thanksgiving filled with joy and family.
Piper--
I'm not sure how I'd bear that cross. I just hope I'd do it with the tenderness and strength that this mom has shown.
Hula--
All we can do is trust that the Lord loves the young men we lay on the altar more than we do.
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