tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307730703794491872.post4866223835542891237..comments2023-09-28T10:54:49.533+01:00Comments on In the immortal words of Socrates, "I drank what?!?": JamesGiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01152964646531853990noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307730703794491872.post-88289676206046204472010-11-06T20:29:53.273+00:002010-11-06T20:29:53.273+00:00I remember the day I got the call. It was from Da...I remember the day I got the call. It was from Dad ... on my birthday. James took his death on Feb. 16th, but by the time they called me it was the 18th. The previous two years had been pretty devastating for me ... not like yours and James and I had not been as close as you had ... but he was like a little brother to me. Somehow God had prepared me for a death. I didn't know who, but when the word came ... I went, "Oh, that's who You meant." I had actually called a couple of friends to make sure they were okay. I had the same response, "How could he not know he was loved?"<br /><br />Now, I know. Depression left untreated, is a fatal disease. It sucks. I'm sorry you were alone. In those days I thought that a long distance call more than once a semester was an extravagant luxury. I am thankful that we have so many ways to stay close now. I love you my sister. Never doubt it for a minute. You are loved. Thanks for sharing about our James.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307730703794491872.post-39822848338037343292010-11-05T22:36:16.954+00:002010-11-05T22:36:16.954+00:00I'm so glad you wrote this. And I love you.I'm so glad you wrote this. And I love you.Emily Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00132042353586167656noreply@blogger.com