Went to a memorial service for a friend last night. She was described as many things, all of them good. This one hurts for some reason that I have not identifed yet. Somewhere in between Mom's passing (horrible week) to Dad's (relief). Chris called me 'Jamie' from The Outlander books, I am Nancy's Jamie and Chris wanted Chuck in a kilt so bad.
Chris, The Summerland called and you stepped into the heaven you expected, journey well, be free from the crap cancer that took you, we'll take care of Chuck for you.
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