tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post4968012619491451576..comments2023-10-24T06:18:57.044-05:00Comments on Granny Mountain: The road to Happy...Joy Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04183952085695405635noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post-50681055915924042082010-07-07T07:38:51.538-05:002010-07-07T07:38:51.538-05:00Ooo Joycee the happy memories you've brought b...Ooo Joycee the happy memories you've brought back for me. My Grandparents raised me although my Dad did come home from the city on weekends when I was little. Only once did I ever come home from school to find no one home and that was only because there was an emergency to the hospital. My Nana was there shortly after I arrived though so I wasn't alone long. They were my security...my safe place...my happy place. I live nearly 2,000 miles away from my children so I try not to worry as there's not much I can do from this far away. It doesn't always work though. When it comes to family...we just can't help but worry. Take care Joycee and have a wonderful day.....Maura :)Maura @ Kisiwa Creek Photographyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10992187526413563417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post-23209672151218523312010-07-05T08:47:56.856-05:002010-07-05T08:47:56.856-05:00I love your dream Joycee. I rarely dream of my par...I love your dream Joycee. I rarely dream of my parents or Grandmother. Yet I think of them often and can visualize their faces smiling down on me.<br />I worry about everything, which drives me crazy.<br />"I guess I have become my Father, fondly referred too as the worry wart."Marjoriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15015642512286126041noreply@blogger.com