MISSING ME?
Question:
WOW! Do you all know how touched I was to read the notes that I was missed? ME? missed? DO any of you know what that means to me? That people out there actually thought about me? I really don’t know what to revelations about my life——have I allowed myself to cry. I touch my fingertips to my cheek and feel the wetness spreading there. I look at the tips of my fingers and see a clear, liquid drop. It is a TEAR——of happiness, sadness, loneliness, yet complete and loneliness comes from the fact that I can’t gather you all around me and is claiming us each day—–taking from us—–but so surprised that in your own pain and loneliness that you extended your hands to ((((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))))))——bushels and bushels for you all Becky
Response:
Becky, I saw this post and felt compelled to reply. Although I have not missed yo…because I talk to you a few times every day through e-mail…I would miss you if we didn’t. You are such a caring and compassionate woman. Your care in trying to help others is remarkable. I have been having some very serious issues of my own and your feed back and guidance has helped me more than you will ever know. You may not cry tears often…maybe you have burried your pain too deep…but Becky don’t for a moment think that those of us who’s lives you have touched don’t see your emotions. I know Becky…I see how much pain you are in…I understand your life has had more pain than any person should have to deal with…yet you still manage to help so many people around you despite your own pain. I myself have been lurking for days but you have continued to help so many people who post here in asd. I really hope you know how many people’s lives you have touched. You Becky are a truly loving individual. I wish I could give you back half as much support as you have given me. Thank you for being such a terrific friend! Many hugs to you my friend, Kimberly – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – WOW! Do you all know how touched I was to read the notes that I was missed? ME? missed? DO any of you know what that means to me? That people out there actually thought about me? I really don’t know what to revelations about my life——have I allowed myself to cry. I touch my fingertips to my cheek and feel the wetness spreading there. I look at the tips of my fingers and see a clear, liquid drop. It is a TEAR——of happiness, sadness, loneliness, yet complete and loneliness comes from the fact that I can’t gather you all around me and is claiming us each day—–taking from us—–but so surprised that in your own pain and loneliness that you extended your hands to ((((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))))))——bushels and bushels for you all Becky
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