My brother died fifteen years ago this weekend. Hard to believe. Most upsetting is that his presence is indeed fading in some ways as the years go by.
I'm thinking of you, Jay.
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- Homestead Mom
- I'm a suburban woman on a quest for the simple life on our 10 acres in the Fingerlakes region of New York. I am living the dream and staying home to raise my two kids while my wife and I try to renovate our 150 year old farmhouse and keep the grapevines from consuming the house. We are a free-range family, and I spend my days with the kids crafting, gardening, canning fruit, and keeping the peace. Some days I'm lucky enough to fit in a little knitting.
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Dad and I went to the cemetary and had a picnic. We planted mum plants on our grave site and at Larrabees too. Tim called us to say he was thinking of us. Needless to say, the years have passed, but we do not forget. I miss not holding his children or seeing what he is doing in his life. Oh the heartache it still causes his mother and father. We love you dearly and know we will never forget our offspring no matter how long time passes. I still think of the first baby I lost. Thank goodness the pain is not as strong as it was the first year after each loss. I could not stand it if it were so. Time is a good thing - do not fear it, be grateful for it. It all makes life even more precious. I love you and yours so much. As always, Mom
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