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"Unpulished Consequences"
forever remembered words can be said....some of them spoken some of them read...
Deborah Smith Spivey
A Blog with a personal touch
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like a butterfly in the wind........
DALIY GRACE
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God love them....................
were I hear baby cry...there be milk near by......
Thanks for coming by......hope to see you again! God Bless you!
MOMMY IS ALWAYS THERE.....
Kids...and kids and more kids....
talk about the other mother.....
A mother's love..nothing like it.....
baby kises....nothing like them.....
We bring life into this world.....
and we are called Mother
About Me
- Debbietheothermother
- Ozark, Missouri, United States
- For six years I called and comforted a preacher’s widow my cousin Linda . Day after day I walked her thru the memories of her youth over the phone. It was there in the past where we grew up and there were we shared the mysteries of our childhood. She watch her husband die a slow death with a smile on his face, for he knew where he was going. She moved to be near her mother after loosing her brother and husband in the same month. Soon her mother died and she was left with her sister in law, both grieving widows found comfort in each other. Then one day she dies as well. Linda, now alone and lonely filling empty, has to fulfill the wishes of her dead sister-in-law. Even in her own death the job was yet unfinished. Linda would do anything to please everyone, she was quite, sweet and soft spoken. I loved her and told her everyday over the phone. We spend time together everyday, shared gifts and much laughter, we shared many tears together and bonded. Love hurts when it comes to an end…specially when you loose and very dear friend,
The sweetest thing you will ever know.....
Because He loved you and me 1st
It happens everytime I try to eat my lunch at my naptime....
Love...is everywhere!
even if your different..yours still loved
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All life is precious.............
even in the hands of a child....As we are in our FATHER'S hands
songs for the heart...........
A mother hen....................
A true OTHER MOTHER
Oh the heck with it...am tried anyway
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