tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post6680521835854602985..comments2024-03-27T10:15:26.060-05:00Comments on Scratching to Escape: A Brief ConversationJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969361446367636746noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-3605470511000369412014-03-28T13:42:04.445-05:002014-03-28T13:42:04.445-05:00I know the last time my husband saw his dad alive ...I know the last time my husband saw his dad alive ended in a yelling match between him and his mom. Dad was always caught in the middle and mom is a full blown narcissist so dealing with her is hard. But I know that my husband always had the utmost respect for his Dad and it weighs on him hard that the last time he saw him was during a time of extreme hostility. (He didn't start the screaming, his mom did) I know he would take it back if he could. Scars are always there. Some deeper than others, but scars all the same. I am so sorry for the loss of your brothers. TCWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00307110073160402768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-91709952903792003152014-03-28T05:59:43.831-05:002014-03-28T05:59:43.831-05:00Hugs are best, but an "I love you" is se...Hugs are best, but an "I love you" is second best. Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15969361446367636746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-91125008198065046512014-03-27T19:07:56.268-05:002014-03-27T19:07:56.268-05:00Each visit with family is concluded with hugs. Ea...Each visit with family is concluded with hugs. Each phone conversation ends with the words, "I love you." If those are the last times we see each other or speak to each other, I want our love for one another to be what is remembered.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-20864668059155650502014-03-27T18:48:50.198-05:002014-03-27T18:48:50.198-05:00We all take each other for granted. When someone i...We all take each other for granted. When someone is gone, they're gone and anything you wanted to say, or do, will never happen. There are no second chances. Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15969361446367636746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-35863942041005781942014-03-27T18:42:03.887-05:002014-03-27T18:42:03.887-05:00I have those scabs. Good advice.I have those scabs. Good advice.DaBladehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16160781062081889980noreply@blogger.com