An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
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Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Miss You, Don
But I have this keychain hanging over my desk as I write. Please watch over my Sis from your sailboat in the sky. Love, Sis [You are the only person who ever called me that. You didn't have a sister, but your wife did, so I was your sister, too.]
But I have this keychain hanging over my desk as I write. Please watch over my Sis from your sailboat in the sky. Love, Sis [You are the only person who ever called me that. You didn't have a sister, but your wife did, so I was your sister, too.]
lovely, Alice. And again, my sympathies to you and yours. He sounds like a sweetie.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim. It is a loss we are all taking pretty hard. Love, Alice
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