tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22164323.post2672415327964053795..comments2023-10-26T09:21:50.834-06:00Comments on Words dry and riderless: Wishingvivacemusicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03938237542011582797noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22164323.post-63721495144825582602008-10-11T11:57:00.000-06:002008-10-11T11:57:00.000-06:00thank you thank you thank youthank you thank you thank youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22164323.post-12072859477494431042008-10-10T15:48:00.000-06:002008-10-10T15:48:00.000-06:00I'm sending good thoughts. What a lot for such a y...I'm sending good thoughts. What a lot for such a young girl.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22164323.post-85739356843262760232008-10-09T12:22:00.000-06:002008-10-09T12:22:00.000-06:00I'm wishing that the little girl will be all right...I'm wishing that the little girl will be all right too. Let us know what happens.raydarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10217910471141917921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22164323.post-87781582304946935932008-10-09T00:03:00.000-06:002008-10-09T00:03:00.000-06:00I thought I had done all my crying early this morn...I thought I had done all my crying early this morning...when news first arrived that there was a liver for my niece. I thought I had it all together, but then every time I called a friend to ask for their prayers for her, my voice would go up an octave and get all quavery and the tears would pour unbidden down my face all over again. <BR/><BR/>That was this morning.<BR/><BR/>Tonight, I was able to speak about Annika in a normal voice and dry eyes...until I read your post.<BR/><BR/>Thank you.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for caring about a little girl you've never even had the chance to meet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com