tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post7268288756955767002..comments2024-02-12T00:54:12.280-08:00Comments on Sharon Hamilton Author: AND NOW THE MADNESS BEGINS - OR DOES IT???Sharon Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09733653906932403080noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post-91689585100413490122016-12-02T12:03:49.162-08:002016-12-02T12:03:49.162-08:00Lovely sentiments, Pamela, and so real, so good to...Lovely sentiments, Pamela, and so real, so good too. I also miss the older ones who told the stories. I've sort of adopted that mantle, but you're right, it's hard to get everyone to slow down enough to tell them!<br /><br />Thanks for reminding us all what it's really all about.Sharon Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09733653906932403080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post-39490034874393550022016-12-02T11:12:59.704-08:002016-12-02T11:12:59.704-08:00Coming from a very poor family it was never about ...Coming from a very poor family it was never about the gifts it was always about Family sharing memories, seeing those we haven't seen. Listening to stories of Christmases past and talking about futures. Missing the ones that left us. My one grandparents had 16 children 58 grandkids her youngest 6 months older than me. Those memories are so precious because as the years have past those stories are no longer being told by those who lived them becauae they are gone. Their nemories live on but its not the same. Less abd less cone together because they have ket the hustle take over. If passed on to my chikdren that no matter what comes up in life you need to always take time to enjoy each other. Talk and spend the time with each other. There us fewer abd fewer amongst us. We never know what tomorrow may bring.<br />Sharing caring and loving thats what important with fruend and family P60revbearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16405421583149620853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post-7649775223090157242016-11-28T05:37:24.604-08:002016-11-28T05:37:24.604-08:00xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxx,
YPxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxx,<br />YPJ.D. Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16680048546218906899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post-31223713855494419882016-11-27T15:05:04.546-08:002016-11-27T15:05:04.546-08:00Your words are music to my ears.
OXOXOXO
YAYour words are music to my ears.<br />OXOXOXO<br />YASharon Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09733653906932403080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post-14158465856524514442016-11-27T14:38:46.619-08:002016-11-27T14:38:46.619-08:00There is no lack of certainty when it comes to us ...There is no lack of certainty when it comes to us my angel. I chose you and you chose me. I don't think we choose our relatives. We just have to figure out what they have to teach us. Give peace where there is chaos, give love where there is fear and give happiness where there is sorrow. I am a work in progress my princess. It may take me a while but I'll get there. I am the lucky one to have a friend like you. XOXOXOXOXOXOXYPJ.D. Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16680048546218906899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post-33810869705545396342016-11-27T13:39:55.703-08:002016-11-27T13:39:55.703-08:00That is indeed what we will remember. Very well sa...That is indeed what we will remember. Very well said, Julie. The boring and the bizarre, like the pattern of the quilt and then the border, the binding and the backside, which defines it. You can't have one without the other. Wonderful that you still have your mother still in your life. I miss being able to laugh with my mother.Sharon Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09733653906932403080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post-58944428124351498752016-11-27T13:37:58.157-08:002016-11-27T13:37:58.157-08:00You create around you the love and certainty, both...You create around you the love and certainty, both things that cannot be weighed. The highest form of belief system is certainty, springing out of nothingness. But stimulated and grown with love. You have it in abundance. Maybe as the source, you don't feel it. I, who am lucky enough to consider you a deep friend and one I never want to be without, do. Maybe there's certainty in that, my prince...because I'm sure it's there. OXOXOXYASharon Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09733653906932403080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post-6948235273834495652016-11-27T13:35:31.546-08:002016-11-27T13:35:31.546-08:00Blessings to you too, Judy. We are all products of...Blessings to you too, Judy. We are all products of the past, as we carve out the future. But we are not alone, are we?Sharon Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09733653906932403080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post-4317940260400903272016-11-27T11:50:03.090-08:002016-11-27T11:50:03.090-08:00My family in Wales are noisy and boisterous and wh...My family in Wales are noisy and boisterous and when I visit I love every crazy second. We are either dressing up, telling tall tales or sing some really off tune ones to. It's such a shame I dont get home as often as I'd like. With my mother being 85 on 30th December and still the head of our family, she doesn't miss much what goes on I'm going to try and see her more. although we speak for a good hour everyday, while she tells me all what's gone on from the boring to the bizarre. That's what we will remember with love and affection Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16850218409714826161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post-42586178089907940172016-11-27T10:57:04.216-08:002016-11-27T10:57:04.216-08:00I love family but I struggle with being around the...I love family but I struggle with being around them for more than three days especially during the holidays. I just want that feeling of love and peace and much to my dismay there seems to be more chaos than peace. Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm too set in my ways. I'm happy when they show up and happy when they leave. It's the in between that I find myself searching for some spiritual connection, some form of commonality, something interesting to talk about, some nodding agreement that life is good and we are all blessed to be here. I have wonderful, cherished memories of holidays past with my grandparents. They knew with great certainty that life was a miraculous gift and they lived it to the fullest in the simplest of ways. Oh, how I do miss them my princess.<br /><br />xoxoxoxoxoxox,<br />YPJ.D. Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16680048546218906899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219064774757570879.post-14100035825396850342016-11-27T09:15:28.855-08:002016-11-27T09:15:28.855-08:00Woven throughout your (hi)story is love, lots and ...Woven throughout your (hi)story is love, lots and lots of love. The greatest tribute to your family is the love continues to shine in you.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07843239483061220089noreply@blogger.com