With Susan Tomenson, summer 2009
With my Aunt Ruth, at Jeffrey's wedding, 2011
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It's still morning, finished up yesterday's blog; read everything that there is to read on the internet; restless.
The upcoming viewing and funeral weigh heavily on my mind, after Alexander's passing just seven months ago. I was thinking, as I sat here, that I didn't really want to see my Aunt and Michael quite so soon after our visit in February. I was thinking more like the summer ... outside the church in Port Loring ... at the cottage ...
I knew that the prostate cancer wouldn't go into remission, per se, but hoped and prayed that they could slow it down. No. That wasn't meant to be. The family had just enough time to rally, to have a last visit, but not much more.
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