tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546626959391412613.post4556991570296537467..comments2024-03-28T12:12:29.813-07:00Comments on The Burrow: It Doesn't Get Any EasierAshleigh Burroughshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05790757220725900941noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546626959391412613.post-66254986429896291422015-01-07T23:07:48.042-07:002015-01-07T23:07:48.042-07:00Hugs.Hugs.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00608775428899775165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546626959391412613.post-10976568773504509942015-01-07T17:35:22.435-07:002015-01-07T17:35:22.435-07:00If anything is expected of you and you can't (...If anything is expected of you and you can't (or don't want to) meet that expectation - too bad! My memories are from my home in Prescott watching the TV, thankful that my son was no longer on staff with Gabby so that he wasn't there. But he had friends on staff and I still ache for his aches. I can't begin to imagine your memories and aches, or your husband's. Hang on to all the love you receive, and hibernate if you need to. You don't have to meet anyone's expectations!ForestGirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546626959391412613.post-59712907802264934252015-01-07T16:40:50.647-07:002015-01-07T16:40:50.647-07:00We were here, I remember it like yesterday. The m...We were here, I remember it like yesterday. The man next door had gone to ER in an ambulance. His wife tried to go into the hospital with his medical records and they wouldn't let her in because they were on lock down. It was just surreal, turning on the news and seeing the coverage. I wish there was something profound to be said to make it better, but there isn't. We're thinking of you.Allisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02475433199308666648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546626959391412613.post-6659258909497879962015-01-07T10:54:24.995-07:002015-01-07T10:54:24.995-07:00<3 <3 <3
a/b<3 <3 <3<br />a/bAshleigh Burroughshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05790757220725900941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546626959391412613.post-89826283772539286292015-01-07T10:26:04.130-07:002015-01-07T10:26:04.130-07:00I keep looking at the calendar and am dreading the...I keep looking at the calendar and am dreading the day too. It's one of those days I never want to remember. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard the news. It still breaks my heart. I don't think this is something anyone can every get over. You try to deal with it the best you can, but there will always be that pain and hole in your heart. I'm holding you close in my heart too. <br /><br />Sending lots of love your way. <br /><br /><br />Megan xxxMShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02622415628314992252noreply@blogger.com