tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208706644410714856.post1827439599455599786..comments2024-03-05T05:39:54.907-05:00Comments on Good Girl Gone Redneck: Twenty-two YearsAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972798018825603047noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208706644410714856.post-36178243110086706362018-01-19T06:47:24.164-05:002018-01-19T06:47:24.164-05:00McKinlee Ann.
Our granddaughter. She was born in...McKinlee Ann. <br /><br />Our granddaughter. She was born in December of 2016 and died last May. Our hearts are broken. I think permanently. Michelllehttp://www.rubbershoesinhell.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208706644410714856.post-46619894617634685672018-01-18T17:39:56.801-05:002018-01-18T17:39:56.801-05:00By the way, what a beautiful tribute (the one you ...By the way, what a beautiful tribute (the one you linked to from 2011)you wrote, and what an idea for a future post on my blog (we bloggers paying tribute to loved ones in comments). My mother in law is declining daily (age 90) and I fear it won't be long before I am paying tribute to her.Alanahttp://ramblinwitham.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208706644410714856.post-52701768265948106312018-01-18T17:30:49.223-05:002018-01-18T17:30:49.223-05:00My mother, Fannie Rakoff, died when she was 47 and...My mother, Fannie Rakoff, died when she was 47 and I was 12. I miss her, in some way, daily. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.combookwormhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06589840841266507266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208706644410714856.post-3417635287592897602018-01-18T13:35:20.631-05:002018-01-18T13:35:20.631-05:00I just meant this post gave me permission to cry a...I just meant this post gave me permission to cry a little. <3 It's not easy being strong all of the time. dstoutholcombhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09715837468307132294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208706644410714856.post-46901887806123353692018-01-18T13:24:13.040-05:002018-01-18T13:24:13.040-05:00I lost my father when I was only 15 and I still mi...I lost my father when I was only 15 and I still miss him today as much as I did then. He was a wonderful man and will always be my hero. Renahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882680189860873105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208706644410714856.post-69969519877560047222018-01-18T13:12:45.966-05:002018-01-18T13:12:45.966-05:00January is a hard month for me. Grandma Stout died...January is a hard month for me. Grandma Stout died 1/31/98, and Grandpa Stout died on 1/15/04. Then, comes Feb. Grandma Nauman died on 2/12/93--just a few months after I got married. They were the only living grandparents I knew. My biological maternal grandpa died years before I was born. My step-grandfather died when I was a freshman in high school. He wasn't a nice man to many of my dstoutholcombhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09715837468307132294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208706644410714856.post-81128586664398144742018-01-18T00:20:35.679-05:002018-01-18T00:20:35.679-05:00I miss my grandma, Ethel Marie Frederick. She was ...I miss my grandma, Ethel Marie Frederick. She was really my only grandparent and I loved her so deeply. She died in 1982 when I was just 11 years old. She missed so much of my life but there are ways that I know she’s still with me. all.things.fadrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12360485767226502603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208706644410714856.post-22215663882056589462018-01-17T22:54:10.708-05:002018-01-17T22:54:10.708-05:00Oh goodness. Well this is candid and perfect. For ...Oh goodness. Well this is candid and perfect. For all my outer persona of independence and optimism, I actually do need people. I miss my mother-in-law who died in November of 2013. For so many reasons. Not that this is a knock against my own parents at all, but she would pick the phone and call ME (or email ME) instead of expecting me to initiate contact when I "wasn't busy." That&Paula Kigerhttp://www.biggreenpen.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208706644410714856.post-91059384837592642982018-01-17T22:21:42.346-05:002018-01-17T22:21:42.346-05:00You have hear me mention my dad time and again. H...You have hear me mention my dad time and again. His name was Verlyn. I held my great grandma Arlene's hand as she died when I was a junior in high school and my great grandma Nelson died my Freshman year of college.signingcharityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02277911657754648853noreply@blogger.com