tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944308862414270170.post1441175899533933748..comments2023-10-10T05:42:37.020-07:00Comments on Wind Songs: The Chick Magnet - Part 1Living The Adventurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15386649582939339288noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944308862414270170.post-57947258158479360102013-06-17T15:38:35.238-07:002013-06-17T15:38:35.238-07:00Domenic, yes I do remember you and I remember our ...Domenic, yes I do remember you and I remember our conversations. We talked about Alaska, and now here I am in Wyoming and there you are in Wisconsin. The roads that we chose, and the roads that life sometimes forces us to travel, are so unpredictable.<br /><br />Thank you for writing to me. Thank you for all of your kind words. He was a good, good man. I miss him so very much and I wonder sometimes just how many tears a woman can shed. More than I ever imagined. Much more. Endless. <br /><br />I told LC one day many months ago, when I was breaking his heart by crying yet again, that somehow it was alright. My son DESERVED to have someone love him so completely. He deserved to have someone grieve so profoundly. His goodness demands a broken heart. <br /><br />His home has been sold, his truck is gone, someone else has his job, his belongings are all........who knows where? Gone. His son will never know him, and he will never know his son and his wife is moving on with her life as she should. It is all too heart breaking to acknowlege. All of it. I can't stand it but try not to talk about it too much on here because......well, it wouldn't be a very interesting blog if I did, would it?<br /><br />Enough already. Thank you for touching base.Living The Adventurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15386649582939339288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944308862414270170.post-8604595810415240102013-06-16T19:06:13.329-07:002013-06-16T19:06:13.329-07:00My name is Domenic. You may not remember me, but I...My name is Domenic. You may not remember me, but I have been following your story for a very very long time. Since the day you moved to Juneau. I talked with you for a while on a forum about my aspirations of moving to AK, and I had hoped to one day meet you there. I have since moved to Wisconsin. I still check in periodically to see how you, Jamie, and LC are. In many ways, through your blog, I have become incredibly fond of the three of you. I often think of you as I pass old, abandoned barns or boats that I've become accustomed to seeing your photos of. Or I'll think of your posts when the sky is big and blue and wide open. Just today, with some of my freetime, I decided to go digging into some of your older posts I had missed as I checked in over the last year. As someone who has become so fond of you, your family, and your adventures over the past few years, I felt it would be utterly indecent to not let you know how remorsed I am for your loss this past year. Your posts tore me to pieces... But through your writings you have given one more person the opportunity to know and care for an amazing person, and have provided one more way for his memory to live on. <br /><br />I will continue to visit your blog and will try to comment more often to show my appreciation for your stories, your photos, your writing, and your genuine, kind-hearted family.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />DomenicAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16966481999716409729noreply@blogger.com