tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144536678939499490.post3893692502776067651..comments2012-10-03T08:58:49.732-07:00Comments on misspelled magic.: About the sweet taste of modern normal, and cemeteries.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17487259692592893431noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144536678939499490.post-64706576730175356662012-08-18T02:41:36.855-07:002012-08-18T02:41:36.855-07:00HAHA! Yes, thank you Ands. (I keep trying out new ...HAHA! Yes, thank you Ands. (I keep trying out new nicknames for you. Ands is my least favourite so far)<br />I did notice that he enjoyed guiding me around, which was why the experience was so sweet. "Here's my first school. It's a shed now. Oh, and there's the house where I met my first love. We were twelve. Her house is a shed now."Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17487259692592893431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144536678939499490.post-52689903198723136812012-08-17T16:56:13.579-07:002012-08-17T16:56:13.579-07:00This was very sweet and poignant. You shouldn'...This was very sweet and poignant. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. Everyone was young once and it's hard sometimes to feel like your worth anything of value. But you are and I'm sure your grandparents would have loved how kind and intelligent and interesting you are. You've accomplished a lot of great things.<br /><br />And I'm sure that it was a great comfort to your father to have you along with him. Even though it might have been sad, it was probably nice for him to share his stories with you and to bring you to him homeplace.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com