Warm Hugs

Thank you all for remembering the ones you have lost with me and each other.



I didn't reply to each comment, because this wasn't about me.


Blogging for me is about communication, connection and community. No post has been a better example of all three. Together we shared and mourned. I hope you were able to take some comfort away from acknowledging your grief, as I was able.

I will put word verification back on in an effort to keep the spammers at bay. But do feel free to leave a comment on the Samhain post, if you wish.

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