The Gilmerites....in memory of Gilmer
Chippy - thanks, I needed that.
I agree about being a better person for having known her. I've always considered myself kind - but Kathy was even more open minded, patient, & empathetic. Not petty or judgmental. I would have benefited from knowing her many years ago. I hope she somehow knows how often our thoughts turn to her.
I agree about being a better person for having known her. I've always considered myself kind - but Kathy was even more open minded, patient, & empathetic. Not petty or judgmental. I would have benefited from knowing her many years ago. I hope she somehow knows how often our thoughts turn to her.
Something lovely happened.....
Ms Purps noticed that Chippy has an online shop that I didn't know about and the author is signing the Chippy book.....after I bought it, I received an email from him asking who the book was for so he can personalise it....and I answered and told him about this thread and Kathy.... (briefly) and how much Chippy has meant to so many of us.
He wrote back. It meant a lot to him....and that means a lot to me.....just smiles and love all around.
Ms Purps noticed that Chippy has an online shop that I didn't know about and the author is signing the Chippy book.....after I bought it, I received an email from him asking who the book was for so he can personalise it....and I answered and told him about this thread and Kathy.... (briefly) and how much Chippy has meant to so many of us.
He wrote back. It meant a lot to him....and that means a lot to me.....just smiles and love all around.
This song reminds me of Kathy
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know
When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning irons I'll be bound
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know
When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning irons I'll be bound
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel
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