Crossing My Fingers
Wouldn’t you know it? It’s happened again. I slave away at whip off a post and pffffft it doesn’t go out to the readers who follow me via email. Just TypiKel.
So I’m crossing my fingers and trying again.
Dear Lovely Followers,
I would SO appreciate it if you could please click on this link to read the post “My Late Husband’s Legacy.” that I attempted to send to you earlier tonight. It was inspired by the Finish the Sentence Friday prompt of “I want my legacy to be …”
Thank you.
Off to press “publish.” Wish me luck.
2 Responses
I continue to be enthralled by your unique writings about the over 20 year gap in our nearly 40 year friendship. From this side of the world, as a single parent since my son was 3 1/2… I completely understand the tenaciousness required to do our best as parenting ( semi) alone.
Thanks so very much, Nonie. Looking back, though, didn’t the time pass in a blink?