... and I feel like my heart has been torn out. There'll be a bit of silence here for the foreseeable future, and a lot of mourning after that. We'll talk again, friends... but not right now.
The Whistler's Dream
Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...
2 comments:
My heart aches and I'm at a loss for words. You are loved, respected, and cared for. Lots of prayers for you.
Words can not express fully the sorrow I feel for you and Vicki. I love you both.
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