tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21026266092940784.post8796193791916000338..comments2023-06-24T04:14:37.710-05:00Comments on Cacklin' from Cackalackie: Shaky GroundDaniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00467969521918613052noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21026266092940784.post-28172474506748033452008-07-28T19:53:00.000-05:002008-07-28T19:53:00.000-05:00Oh, you! No real words, just a promise to listen/r...Oh, you! No real words, just a promise to listen/read and stand by.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05864631532886681402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21026266092940784.post-62448005602456330812008-07-23T22:30:00.000-05:002008-07-23T22:30:00.000-05:00I wish I could be there to hold your hand. To rub...I wish I could be there to hold your hand. To rub your back. To say nothing because nothing anyone can say will fix it-- but just to "be" there by your side. And while the cracks have been filled and the walls have been spackled, I like you understand that just barely beneath the surface lies a fragile repair, covered up with hope that over time, the need for the new texture and the bright coat of paint will be buried deep in the past by new memories of a hopeful future . . .Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12959344182021036863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21026266092940784.post-39293932863386789732008-07-22T09:26:00.000-05:002008-07-22T09:26:00.000-05:00Oh, honey - it's hard. I try to think "this too s...Oh, honey - it's hard. I try to think "this too shall pass". It should get easier.Magpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15460136246441367993noreply@blogger.com