The first page says Faith, Irene and Kim with a small photo of three chairs looking out to a calm waters.
Irene sent me S. Texas Weeds. "I dressed up as a gypsy for Halloween last year. As I got ready for work one day last week, my 6-yr-old daughter wandered in my room, looked me over, and asked if it was Halloween again. I guess I need a mirror."
"It's Father's Day in 2 days. My dad is gone. My dad is dead. And I have to keep telling myself that or I will not believe it. I miss him, I am mad at him.....before he came along, I was a little lonely girl with no one to champion her. I remember my girlfriends adored him, boyfriends were terrified."
"A feather from the bouquet Ian gave - One waning summer day. He was fishing alone. And might had less to carry - what with tackle box, pole and all, but he stopped to collect 100 feathers of a wild turkey got by coyotes. 'For you, Mom,' he said, 'I couldn't just leave them.' The feather marks a beginning and an end. It brushed softly on the heart of my son and I."
What a nice journal, and such a nice way to keep in contact! Love it!
ReplyDeletewhat a great idea! my 2 friends and i have a time capsule.
ReplyDeletethat is so beautiful. thank you for sharing. What an inspiring and intimate thing for you to share.
ReplyDeletewhat a wonderful idea, like a school yearbook that never stopped
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