November 7, 1965-April 23, 1984
I can not begin to believe that it has been 24 years that Tracy was taken from us. I find myself thinking more and more about mortality these days. I guess it must be a sign of old age. I miss her and I wonder what she would have become in life; who she would have married and how many kids she would have. Life is not permanent. Cherish every day. Jennifer, you have the poem; why don't you post it on your blog; I would love to read it again.
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It is actually at Juanita's house, or in your house! I don't know where my belongings have been shifted to but it is with my picture frames and photo albums!
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