Friday, June 12, 2009

Talked to sister Betty three times yesterday. I was so happy to be told she's coming east for the month of July. Then we cried together over the fact that today is the thirty-fifth birthday of her dear son, Jay. This morning, I'll put flowers on his grave.

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