tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412935501814538464.post7309717067732325763..comments2020-10-03T02:05:13.271-04:00Comments on Branches and Rain: Departure from Summerport BeachBretthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09389916070547430075noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412935501814538464.post-31714839778621435172010-09-10T00:17:53.469-04:002010-09-10T00:17:53.469-04:00JoAnn, thanks for your nice comment. It was prett...JoAnn, thanks for your nice comment. It was pretty amazing how that couple showed up and bought the house like that, wasn't it? Our angels were looking out for us!<br /><br />Steerforth, thanks for reading. I, too, had many questions for my mother, had she survived my father.<br /><br />Getting together with my sisters to do this was good. I thought it would be more difficult than it was. But I forgave my parents, and myself, years ago, for my not having been the son that they had in mind.<br /><br />I can only marvel at how such different people as my father and mother fell in love, and remained true to each other until death.Bretthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09389916070547430075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412935501814538464.post-48569499624807853832010-09-09T17:08:12.210-04:002010-09-09T17:08:12.210-04:00Your parents sounded like remarkable people. As mu...Your parents sounded like remarkable people. As much as I loved mine, they weren't interested in anything beyond their immediate world and regarded my intellectual curiosity as a "passing phase".<br /><br />It must have been emotionally draining to go through your parents' possessions - in my father's case, I had so many questions that I wanted to ask him.<br /><br />I hope you have a chance to have a proper break.Steerforthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07627936539372313828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412935501814538464.post-22761328216280785492010-09-09T14:23:24.905-04:002010-09-09T14:23:24.905-04:00You may be tried, but reading this relaxed me. As ...You may be tried, but reading this relaxed me. As I read this I allowed my mind to wonder the lake. And then God showed up. It had to be God! Thanks Brett for writing this and Ronda for sharing. This was right on time to help renew my faith. Thank you Castleberrys and thank you God.JoAnnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412935501814538464.post-78752959440342233142010-09-09T00:31:00.326-04:002010-09-09T00:31:00.326-04:00Martin, it was exhausting! Visiting my wife's...Martin, it <i>was</i> exhausting! Visiting my wife's uncle in the hospital after driving to Clearwater, I kept drifting off as he spoke. I was afraid that he might think I was being rude, but I couldn't help it.<br /><br />Fortunately, Ray was released Tuesday morning, and after a night's sleep, we had a much better visit with him at his home.Bretthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09389916070547430075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412935501814538464.post-73994882602329274322010-09-07T03:02:45.264-04:002010-09-07T03:02:45.264-04:00That must have been quite exhausting. And, isn'...That must have been quite exhausting. And, isn't it strange to see the lives of those closest to us, laid out before us in their various collections and accumulations.<br /><br />Glad that the home is going to someone who will appreciate it. So begins another cycle.Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494219959077922220noreply@blogger.com