tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682767947804967290.post8256713040382070718..comments2011-01-02T22:23:07.559-06:00Comments on My Proud Mary: Feeling her presenceAnnWalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17668848419396982077noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682767947804967290.post-27477153264200470372010-01-26T13:15:07.575-06:002010-01-26T13:15:07.575-06:00I love that song too. We played it at my grandmoth...I love that song too. We played it at my grandmother's funeral and every time I hear it, I feel her nearby. Maybe it just reminds me of her, either way even though I cry when I hear it, it makes me happy.A house in chaoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070205893623980127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682767947804967290.post-24819755746162859312010-01-24T21:54:12.808-06:002010-01-24T21:54:12.808-06:00How neat, Ann! This sent chills through me. I...How neat, Ann! This sent chills through me. I've shared with you my stories of feeling my Mom and my Dad. And I do believe it. I'd like to think that God has kept them busy when you don't feel anything for so long.;)Gailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05954295806009937549noreply@blogger.com