tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338170032934009913.post4507826062245204481..comments2023-02-28T04:24:05.081-08:00Comments on This End Upside Down: One Day at a TimeLydia Elizabeth Burnwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081888797720807169noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338170032934009913.post-18026383168675914592011-04-18T11:10:48.454-07:002011-04-18T11:10:48.454-07:00When we are young, we become impatient to grow up....When we are young, we become impatient to grow up. I know I felt that way. I was anxious to be sixteen so I could drive freely and eagerly awaited 18 so I could vote.<br /><br />And now that we're grown up, we'd do anything to be kids again because we now understand the importance of treasuring each day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338170032934009913.post-85372584709525582812011-04-18T05:23:05.026-07:002011-04-18T05:23:05.026-07:00My Dad used to say, " As long as your name is...My Dad used to say, " As long as your name is spoken and the stories are told, you will never die." Your gram will live forever in your heart. She is always with you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com