Rose died this morning at dawn. Wayne says it's harder than losing his arm.
The day is gray and soft with rain.
A good day for flowers.
Prairie Mary
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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Prairie Marie, I am so sorry for the loss of your friend. Words don’t mean much, but the feelings are there.
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