http://www.jinamoore.com/2008/05/06/im-getting-a-reputation/ Reporter & Producer Thu, 19 Aug 2010 19:29:16 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 http://www.jinamoore.com/2008/05/06/im-getting-a-reputation/#comment-321 Diana Wed, 07 May 2008 12:54:30 +0000 http://jinamoore.wordpress.com/?p=150#comment-321 whoops, my comment is meant in reponse to Jina's FIRST entry today, " on missing people you'll never know..." Diana whoops, my comment is meant in reponse to Jina's FIRST entry today, " on missing people you'll never know..." Diana

]]> http://www.jinamoore.com/2008/05/06/im-getting-a-reputation/#comment-320 Diana Wed, 07 May 2008 12:41:38 +0000 http://jinamoore.wordpress.com/?p=150#comment-320 This made me cry. In a sweet sad way. I have a dear fiend who I have known for about 18 years. Our sons have remained the best of friends, even though the family moved more than 10 years ago. She tells stories. Just because she does, not for any reason other than she is good at it and has many many to tell. When we first moved here and would talk on the phone(she never knew what the soccer schedule was, or the homework, and I always did) she would tell me wonderful stories about her mother who had passed away before I met my friend. One time I hung up the phone and just wept because i so felt like I knew her and just ached to have that really be true. But then I felt so blessed , like you, to feel the laughter , and love and living and wisdom of that dear mum come to me and enrich my life and mothering in much the same way it might have had we met. Thank you Jina. I am going to tell my friend and two others about your notes. This made me cry. In a sweet sad way. I have a dear fiend who I have known for about 18 years. Our sons have remained the best of friends, even though the family moved more than 10 years ago.
She tells stories. Just because she does, not for any reason other than she is good at it and has many many to tell. When we first moved here and would talk on the phone(she never knew what the soccer schedule was, or the homework, and I always did) she would tell me wonderful stories about her mother who had passed away before I met my friend. One time I hung up the phone and just wept because i so felt like I knew her and just ached to have that really be true. But then I felt so blessed , like you, to feel the laughter , and love and living and wisdom of that dear mum come to me and enrich my life and mothering in much the same way it might have had we met.
Thank you Jina. I am going to tell my friend and two others about your notes.

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