Orchid, you took the time to post to me in my hour of need and I'll always remember that. Not only that but you made me laugh with your interpretation of my WH's 'babble'. Every now and then EVERYONE feels a bit sorry for themselves, whether it is justified or not. Often we rally through really tough, difficult times, but those tears and fears are deep-rooted and emerge at a later date over something quite trivial. I remember absolutely falling apart when I had the most minor of car accidents. It triggered all the tears I'd never cried over my husband's adultery. Poor policeman didn't know what had hit him!

My only advice about all those tears is that your eyes might look like crap the next day! Cucumber works wonders.

Oh and Pep - your dad still singing to your mum three years after losing her is just precious. God bless him in his lonely, winter years.

Orchid, your tears are diamonds of emotion.

Your words are nuggets of gold.

If I could reach out to give you a good 'ol Southern hug I would. In my heart, I am.

Mahalo, dear Orchid.

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

Please take good care of yourself.

Orchid, you know you are one of my very, very favorite ladies. Our chitlins are the same age, we are about the same age (I'm younger though <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />)...

and I think you are smart as a whip, even smarter than that.

I hope you find a job that brings you energy instead of saps it out of you. What a gift that would be.

I'll send some requests out into the universe that you get just that. K?