
Okay...humor me once more. My Mom reminded me of her favorite Laura pics with the kids...she has them in her "slide show" on her screen saver. This is J playing with Laura...notice they both have butterflies on their shirts. Laura and I shared a love of butterflies. That is DS with a book on the step. The grief is still raw. I look at the pictures and I first think, "Man! I can't believe how much the kids have grown and changed! Look how small they are!" Then I am overwhelmed. I look at Laura's face and I cannot believe that she is not here and that I cannot pick up the phone to talk to her, ask her questions, laugh with her or cry with her. It seems unreal. I know this is normal when grief is fresh. But it doesn't make it feel any better to know it's normal! Thanks for humoring me once again. :o)

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I'm so sorry that you've lost such a lovely friend, Theresa. Your tribute and the pictures are wonderful -- it's obvious that she was pure delight.
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