Kleenex, Anyone?

Me and my sisters sat in tears huddled around my laptop yesterday, on our slow-ass dialup (we’ve been trying to get Fata’s computer to connect to AOL DSL, but to no avail). We read all the comments that everyone made, looked at other people’s blogs, and read everyone’s wonderful emails. Thanks so much for the wonderful outpouring of support.

This poem on Chariya’s blog hit us especially hard, because it put into words a lot of what we’re going through….

God saw her getting tired,
And her cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around her,
And whispered come with me,
With tearful eyes we watched her,
And saw her pass away,
All though we loved her dearly,
We could not make her stay,
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
That He only takes the best!

Whew!

Here’s something to lighten things up.

Dave’s in Cali, couldn’t take time off.

So I’m twenty-something, staying at home, sleeping in a full bed with my 25 two twenty-something sisters. Isn’t that hilarious? We’re like little enchiladas in pan.

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2 Comments

2003-11-25 19:11:57

Lea says

Wow! It’s a blogging frenzy! :D Man oh man Christine, your “Visitations from Beyond” blog was so chilling. Not good after watching “Gothika” just 4 days ago… Eek! And you had a lot of “coincidences” too!

 
2003-11-26 16:49:31

monique(butta) says

that is the most beautiful poem ever. wow.

let us know who falls(gets pushed off) the bed first!

 

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