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A Thank you letter

I want to write some thank you notes to people who have cared and loved me. Thanks to GP. You have been wonderful I supporting both me and my husband. Your faith that you could make me better, your compassion and gentle understanding manner has been a true blessing. Thank you B. Your regular texts and meals on wheels (thanks other ladies for your home cooking). Thanks for understanding bad days. Thanks for still wanting to meet up. Thanks I for just being normal. We went camping after I came home from hospital and it was like nothing had happened. I cooed over your baby and felt more myself because of you. G, thank you for sending me a gift to remind me I am safe in God's hands. J, thank you for being a foul mouthed crazy loon who I'm blessed to be related to. D, thank you for your professionalism, for coming to pray with me during your working day. For sending verses to meditate on. For answering my questions and reassuring me. You being on all probably stopped me being sectioned as I had enough rational thought to know having to section your kids' Sunday school teacher would be more than awkward Thank you M for your honesty, your faithfulness to God, your example and for loving me even though you don't understand always. Thank you for crying with me and making me laugh. My husband. Thank you for becoming my carer. Thank you for your patience and your unending love. Thank you for making tough decisions to keep me safe. H, H and S, thank you for coming to see me in an unpleasant place, for bringing me things to do and for putting yourselves out for me. Thank you and praise you Father for these friendships. Thank you that you have answered prayer and needs with these people and that I can enjoy a relationship with you too.
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