Ok, it is 5:30AM on a crappy, rainy Saturday in Mississippi. Where am I? Asleep, you ask? No, not me! Never! I am sitting here waiting for my notifications to update like a crackhead waiting for his dealer to show up....
You see? This right here. This is what I meant when I said we had to aggravate you.... I'm glad you're feeling a little better, and I look forward to the rocks, broken glass, rusted metal and wild bears or whatever that's at the bottom of this cliff for the boys to land on......
Looking forward to the next installment of course, but you have to take care of yourself first so we can continue to aggravate the hell out of you!! Love you, Dudette!!
"The boys are home and everything is calm." Is it just me or did that REALLY sound like a threat??? Another fantastic chapter, Dudette - this one has me both completely hooked and completely snowed!! I have no idea what might be coming!
I didn't want to leave this in a review, because it doesn't say much about the story and is pretty personal. Thank you, from myself and on behalf of my brother and my cousin, who both came home from Afghanistan and Iraq, respectively, as broken as I've ever seen anyone who survived. They both have service dogs, and they have truly made a huge difference in their lives and the lives of their families. I think the is the first time I've ever seen PTSD service dogs mentioned in fiction here, and the story was awesome!! Thank you so much!
Ok, I've waited a bit to throw my two cents in, and I have to say, Dudette, you did not disappoint!! I love it so far, and I agree with the guy who said he was gonna start the series over. Me too, also! Love ya, lady, and I'm glad to see you posting again!
This has taken a twist I didn't expect, but my favorite meatloaf is a recipe my grandmother gave me "for when you have company you want to impress" - it's a meatloaf made with ground pork, veal and turkey, bound with bread crumbs and egg and then wrapped in peppered bacon. You make like a woven blanket of the bacon, wrap the meatloaf and secure it with wooden skewers and bake for an hour and a half at 300. It's the best thing ever, but you can hear your arteries harden while you eat it.
Well, I already loved Tyler Childers for his speech before the Long Violent History album was released, as well as his amazing library of music, but this is pretty special...
I'm not sure how I've managed to never see this, but I saw it today, and was touched. Thank you for being so bold, and so brave as to share your pain and your journey. Below is something I found somewhere along the way, that seemed appropriate here. Much love and light your way,
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May you be at peace.
May your heart remain open.
May you awaken to the light of your own true nature.
May you be healed.
May you be a source of healing for all beings.
I guessed wrong on this one, and I should have known since I'm currently very heavily invested in Bending the Iron...but it is very different from what you've posted before, and I have to say, congratulations Libby!! It's a wonderful tale that was, yes, very sad - but also an amazing look at friendship, and love, and sacrifice. I was pulled in immediately, and I could relate very easily, as I've lost two grandparents to Alzheimer's or dementia.