Please visit JC's blog, StoryRhyme, where she posted my latest story, "Grandpa's Chess Set." It's too painful for me to post it here.
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January 01, 2010
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Laura, thank you for sharing your wonderful story with us. We're honored that you've let us put it on our site.
Posted by: JC | January 01, 2010 at 03:56 PM
A beautiful, touching story - how children cope with love & loss.
And it's always nice to have something tangible to hold in addition to all the memories.
Posted by: Beth | January 01, 2010 at 04:44 PM
That was a story to warm the heart. My fondest memory is fishing with my grandpa. It's the memories that we hold dearest to our hearts that keep them alive.
Posted by: Deni | January 02, 2010 at 07:13 AM
a moving post...given your interests & experience, could you please also comment on this:
http://kashifshahzada.wordpress.com/2009/09/02/the-road-less-traveled/
Posted by: Kashif Shahzada | January 02, 2010 at 12:17 PM
I visited the site as suggested. What a beautiful story so full of sadness yet heart warming at the same time. I thank you for sharing it with us.
Bill
Posted by: Bill | January 04, 2010 at 01:27 PM
So beautiful, Laura. I'm crying but a liberating cry. Wish you all the best. Hugs. A.
Posted by: Antonella | January 05, 2010 at 06:02 PM
JC, thanks for being my trusted online publisher and cheerleader.
Beth, it's hard to know how someone else creates the tapestry of their memory, but the more threads that can be woven, the richer it will be.
Deni, I'm glad that eventhough we lived at a distance we didn't let "life" impede on what really creates a life.
Kashif, thanks, I will definitely check out your post.
Bill, thank you. At times the sadness can speak, at others it renders one mute.
Antonella, I appreciate knowing that my story moved you.
Posted by: Laura of Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman | January 10, 2010 at 09:17 AM