tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334644101493992890.post8864713721407960522..comments2023-11-02T05:51:35.464-05:00Comments on Slipping Through My Fingers: Coming Home . . . .Becky Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426078775320206443noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334644101493992890.post-70754102937562604512011-02-13T18:31:04.589-06:002011-02-13T18:31:04.589-06:00I love these girls too!I love these girls too!Kimberly Washerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08826584035219254960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334644101493992890.post-12163686071254471202011-02-13T14:19:11.074-06:002011-02-13T14:19:11.074-06:00Awwww! This makes me happy and sad. Becky, your f...Awwww! This makes me happy and sad. Becky, your family was so good to all of us. You were constantly feeding us on Sunday (which we loved) and you supported us in all we did. You were there for me through some hard times too. And let us not forget MAKIN MUSIC we lived at your house. ha!<br />I love you Becky and will never forget all the memories we made with yall. To say I wish I could go back is such an understatement!Ashleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10247798912490772047noreply@blogger.com