She was 34.
Heather and her daughter Gabriella
We fought
we laughed
we cried
We conspired against each other... and
we conspired with each other against the world
We lost touch
we reconnected
We fought
we laughed
we cried
I cried.
I will miss you lil' sister.
Heather and I, early 1972
2 comments:
Drake,
I have stopped by your blog a few times before, but I don't post comments very often anywhere. Nothing can be said to make death easier, but I hope this time goes by as easily as possible.
Wishing you peace of mind,
Justin
Thank you Justin for the comment... time heals all.
It's 4 years since she was given 1 year to live, so we had more time with her then some thought possible. Her suffering is no longer, in that, at least, I take much heart.
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