Sunday, February 12, 2012
For my Nana Jean.
She died yesterday, many years ago. Twelve to be exact. Sometimes I think it odd, that her death is the day I mark in her honor (to remember her then, instead of on her birthday). But she was not born into my life, she was always there (a given, like the sun, sky and ground). Her death is the day that startled me, the moment in life of us parting.
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Beautiful words Taffiny. Been away with many other projects, but I stop in once in awhile.
Hi. Thank you. Good to see you. I know what you mean about multiple projects. :)
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