Heather

Heather Thoughts for you to see – never to be sent – about the relationship between parents and son. Joyce and Bud Lissimore Tender miracles should await compassionate forgiveness, – your fate – your son’s need and need to state, if he is to take wing, be set free of all that binds his spirit, his soul to that forest - he cannot see the tree. To see all that hides, you do not know of all that is meant, that does not show. Left in the darkness with nowhere to go. Lost experiences, experiences never to come. Lives apart, moments without sum add up to life without your grandson. Pride dominates, and a world of grays will fill your days without the feel of son without the experience of a warm sun as you end up living nothing but gray days. B. J. “A ” 2 July 3rd 2004

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Jan Allison

Date: 12/15/2014 4:58:00 PM

so sad when a relationship sours for some reason especially where innocents like a child are missing out:-( Lets hope bridges can be built:-) Hugs jan xx

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 12/15/2014 6:08:00 PM

How true my Dear, “ so sad when a relationship sours ” and I have a feeling that Joyce, and Bud, have yet – even after ten years – resolved their differences with their son. “ Lets hope bridges can be built:-) ”, I seldom see them, especially after the games she played with me, so have no person knowledge of where their family dynamics lie . Hugs and Kisses Bill . ( B. J. “A ” 2 )