tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587307516233036356.post4909134175207703923..comments2023-11-03T09:29:41.533-04:00Comments on Teacher Wanderer: A Moment of Silence for Holy WeekNina Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13509107669018760010noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587307516233036356.post-14457652613317027152008-03-17T10:44:00.000-04:002008-03-17T10:44:00.000-04:00Touching...My late father used to be a best friend...Touching...<BR/>My late father used to be a best friend when I was a kid, but as I grew up, we weren't that close as father used to say NO to this and that. But when I lost him, there was a big regret in myself that I didn't spend much time with him lately. The memories of the good time that I spent with him during those days appear occassionally, and it appeared again now after reading your post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com