tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220751125104991614.post6457189303536134332..comments2024-02-27T16:28:41.756-08:00Comments on Dylan's Blog: Just take a deep breath and scream...Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00651394831551907590noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220751125104991614.post-10082083881143514712009-06-25T23:55:06.352-07:002009-06-25T23:55:06.352-07:00Had a good day, as usual. I don't know Susan ...Had a good day, as usual. I don't know Susan but am thinking of her.<br />Love the journal pages, I see from your photo that your dress sense hasn't changed much ;) xxflutterbycrafterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03258674704719864922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220751125104991614.post-12241177087713463382009-06-18T01:33:12.269-07:002009-06-18T01:33:12.269-07:00Love your journal pages and you are sooo prolific....Love your journal pages and you are sooo prolific. Might have to nick the 'cancel and continue' quote and use it as my new motto....can I 'borrow' it for a journal page?!<br />Don't know Susan but thinking of her....<br />Kate xthekathrynwheelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01869924528241718274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220751125104991614.post-9553721979697873892009-06-17T16:01:06.742-07:002009-06-17T16:01:06.742-07:00Hi Dyan,
Love the Journel pages.
Especially the on...Hi Dyan,<br />Love the Journel pages.<br />Especially the one about Dancing in the rain, It's so true.<br />I will say a prayer for Susan.<br />It's such a sad time, as you well know. I am dreading when that day finally comes to me. I hate to think about it.<br />Big Hugs to you both.<br />Michelle xxMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03638201780040860103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220751125104991614.post-69286577559911629382009-06-17T04:15:58.220-07:002009-06-17T04:15:58.220-07:00Please pass on our deepest sympathy for Susan from...Please pass on our deepest sympathy for Susan from me and mum. <br /><br />You are right tho, what can you say? When we lost grandma in January I didn't want sympathy, I was too angry, I just wanted to shout and scream and look for someone to blame. The truth is their is no one to blame, but believing that myself is something I have yet to deal with.Clare with paint in her hairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16627964008876586089noreply@blogger.com