I live by your golden rules today. I miss your company.
Seven kids: three boys and poor baby Sally, then three healthy girls, almost 20 years later. We lost Rob, who you are tending to here way back when. Now, two of your daughters have kids and you have grandchildren, too. I wish we could watch your wonderful brood from the front porch. I wish we could have a cup of coffee, go to town for a club sandwich and, for the special occasion, tailor-mades. We are spread out but, as you wished, friends. And, I’m sure, you are in all of our hearts.
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