Over the past year, and since I wrote about my opinion on hugs, I may have softened a wee bit on the subject. I've written about being lost, cold, empty, broken and fractured, as well as on the matter of becoming human. There was a song I posted several months ago that reminded me of someone, and in the trend towards softening up and being human, I will admit that tonight, I am sending a virtual hug his way. I don't believe he has been over here for a while, but he will know the reason for this.
On a recent foray into his old blog, I came across a little bit which made me smile:
"I used to have dreams as a youngster, where I could see almost all of our farm from a birdseye view. Had it for years, and then told my ma about it. Come to find out, when I was three, I climbed the silo all the way to the top, and stood in the little crow's nest checkin' the place out. About the time my dad started to climb up, I decided it was time to come down, so I made my way, yelling at my father to "get out of the way, Daddy, I'm coming down!" When I reached arms' level, I was yanked off of the silo, and my little bottom blistered. I never had a problem remembering the spankin', but I did forget what had brought it on!"
His most recent post can be read here.
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Hmm... I am also sending virtual hugs out to the family of another young man I didn't know and never met, but whom I had written about last year a couple times after coming across his sister's blog journal of his battle with cancer. For whatever reason, I remember he passed away the day after Christmas and that it was his birthday today.
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