tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029159028015312900.post441049745444747963..comments2024-03-28T13:03:13.741-08:00Comments on Gullible's Travels: Alexis and My "Big Brother"Gulliblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01757448241656853571noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029159028015312900.post-26632281942203546682010-03-17T21:02:55.942-08:002010-03-17T21:02:55.942-08:00Thank you so much for this wonderful story and the...Thank you so much for this wonderful story and the amazing pictures. Alexandra (Alexis's daughter).AFJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05527176009516598943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029159028015312900.post-69080768884159561162010-03-17T10:15:41.660-08:002010-03-17T10:15:41.660-08:00Thank God for the Alexis and Jim's in our life...Thank God for the Alexis and Jim's in our life. Your story should remind us to keep in touch with those few "real" friends that we are blessed with.Walkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09610615673189451007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029159028015312900.post-40322015591414511832010-03-15T05:32:59.004-08:002010-03-15T05:32:59.004-08:00"my heart free-fell into that dark and forebo..."my heart free-fell into that dark and foreboding place reserved for calls that come in the middle of the night"<br /><br />I am so sorry for the loss of your friends. Your phrase above describes that awful feeling perfectly. We sometimes have a "magical thinking" moment that if only we had not been home to answer the phone, it would not be true.<br /><br />I do believe that writing about our friends, family and selves is a legacy-making gift, and honors us all.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06579979064302832829noreply@blogger.com