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I said.."In the End you"ll regret it"...So I hope, for your sake, and those that surround you, that your heart is not as cold and conceited as I perceive. No more Words...Only Infinite Sadness— February 15, 2009 7:04 p.m.
Undiagnosed
Its funny how you replied to all the comments on this lame article, but kept quite on last weeks one. You hid behind your obnoxious husband, instead of having the guts to own up at what you did. I remember when I read the time you were just an hour away from your grandpa, Wow... it's too late now. To late to learn the magic of the past, the wonderful stories that man could have shared, most of all the love you could have gave him, to have made him smile, to have thanked him for Life! But, oh well I hope you have a grand time in the rose garden, and look out for the thorns...at the end I'm certain the regret will sting you! Ps. Please don't have David respond for you.— February 15, 2009 4:26 p.m.