
I was 10. Could not spell, and was in a lot of pain. But I found this tonight. The 10 year olds version of what happened to my aunt. The story ends with "I ran upstairs and told God I loved Aunt Julie and that he should tell Aunt Julie that. I told him to look after her for me and to keep telling her that everyone here will always remember her and cherish there time together."
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Flowers work together why cant we
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Stopping in to say "hello"! How're you doing Stef?
beautiful words, stef.
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