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"Just a wee bit o' lovin' is what we need ta get us through this painful night, an' tis me that will bring ya through the glens an' over the fyords that fill the mountains all 'round Scotland.

My wee little bonnie lass o' mine, I'll always be yers..."

Hector Barclay - 1853

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I must say that for most of my wee little bit o' life I have lived, that I have ne'er felt so much pain.

That bein' said, I haven't felt much of anythin' durin' this small existence of mine...

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I'm not broken, I'm just cracked open

When you left me, I wasn't ready...

I'm not sorry for all of these feelings that are suddenly pouring out from my soul, for they are proof of how your love still surrounds me.

I had to lose myself, so that I could find her again

All I learned from you, it still keeps me going even now- 169 years later.

The cracks in my heart lead me to the light that you are continuing to bring to my life even now, and I will cherish everything that you have given to me Hector.

I am still your wife, and I always will be in every lifetime...

(Hector) Charles Eric Barclay, you shall always be my saving Grace and the only man who my soul will ever cherish so closely to my heart- that death itself couldn't even keep us parted.

Always your Elizabeth, even in this modernized world as it is now...

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Take me back to the moors an' the rollin' green hills that lie in wake underneath a star filled sky, while we're surrounded by the heather an' the wildflowers all around us.

The days when everythin' was right an' there was no wrong that could be done, 'cause there was nothin' but love an' laughter that filled our hearts an' souls.

The pipes would sound loudly all through the glen an' the fyords come mornin'- an' there was always a wee bit o' fog in the distance that pull itself down across the land as it awoke to start it's day over the horizon.

Take me back to the lovely country that was once mine an' full of freedom in the streets of the best kinda people one city could hold.

My homeland is callin' ta me an' I will not rest my weary head, 'til I am safe within the arms of me beloved country called Scotland once again.

Hector Barclay - 1848

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I remember feeling my skin burning- and the flesh that was slowly being swept away by the fire that ignited itself against my very bones themselves... It was more real than it should have been, considering this was well over 170 years ago- but it felt as real as the night it took place...

A memory from 1852, where both Elizabeth Barclay and her husband Hector Barclay were strewn up like animals and treated worse than livestock...

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You are the only true meaning of what Grace means to me Hector Barclay, and even in his newfound life I am in now- your love is the only thing I will ever truly worship.

The unwavering of your heart, even in your last moments on this Earth back then.

The selflessness that followed and how you sacrificed yourself to save your family from the bitterness of death's cold grip.

Thank you my love, for saving us back then ~

Please, won't you allow me to return the favor in this lifetime now?

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My scarf came yesterday Hector and I love it so much ~

I remember how you used to have a scarf just like this with your clan colors and I'm so glad I have one now in this new lifetime.

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Welcome to my blog ~

This is a small corner where I write my thoughts and I also focus on past lives as well.

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I have added tags to my posts of both Hector and Elizabeth ~

#hectorbarclay #elizabethbarclay