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I was very sad to read your description of how you ’supported’ your daughter into giving up her precious daughter for adoption. It almost appears as if you coerced her into this decision but it is hard to know without more information. I wonder if she regrets this loss and thinks of what could of been all those years ago with support from her family. To suggest that it is okay for the adoptive family to stop sending photo’s is disgraceful and it seem that you just brush it away with the back of your hand as “the way it has to be”. Having your new Grandson (who isn’t that new now according to the dates on your site) is all great because it’s happened at the right time in her life does not capture the enormity of the grief she will live with for the rest of her life. And, who knows how her daughter is managing without her mother in her life. I feel for your daughter. I hope she is okay. I hope you can read and learn more about the trauma of adoption and I also hope you have changed your tune somewhat from those early days. All the best,

I deleted her name of course but what a great opportunity to create a conversation, agreed?

I’ve been blessed with strong women in my life. I read Trey on FB with his pistolever talk and it never fails to make me smile. My grandma introduced some local boys who wanted to scare the woman with all the kids camped outside of town to the intimacy of buckshot. They raised a ruckus and caught some buckshot in the butt for their trouble. That was in the thirties, nineteen thirties, and grandpa and the older boys were away working.

One of my aunts as a teen chambered a round into a thirty thirty to make her point to a repo man wanting to take an uncle’s ride. She felt he should do his job face to face with bro rather than sneaking in while he was at work. That was the fifties, nineteen fifties.

My galfriend, there’s a story I never asked her about I heard from friends. Something along the line of that Dixie Chicks song about Earl. I do know she got by on sixty acres up there on the Red River off of a cow or two, the pecans she harvested on the halves, and a garden. When times were tough, she was tougher. And my Gawd, she loved a dirty joke. We’d tell them until we cried, embarrassed my poor wife to death more than once.

Her husband lasted eight days after she died. He’s the inspiration for my description of my wife, “she’s the best thing about me.”

He was three parts ornery in a two part recipe. His one redeeming quality was she loved him, loved him dearly.

One day I was having lunch with them and the topic of sex in a relationship came up. You have to keep in mind her husband was deaf as a stump, supposedly. I say supposedly because I think he was playing deaf after that conversation.

She told me she’d only loved two men. The first husband was the sorriest lover that ever lived. Then she reached over and patted her husband on the leg and told he was the best lover the world had ever known.

He grinned like a chelshire cat.

Seriously though, Tim and staff jumped through hoops to get that one in and they deserve all the credit.

My daughter is still my hero. She always will be.

You guys really do need new porn.

You guys rock my mud!

And if you read, I believe I’ve asked for a little more than “Sandra Crenshaw has no case for a lawsuit.” If you actually read posts, you’d see that I asked some fairly open-ended questions.

I’m actually pretty interested in how this would shake out. If she were able to get the things she’s asked for in discovery, some of them would be fairly important and noteworthy for other blogs as well.