"Don't worry about not meeting my expectations," she wrote.
"After all, I'm the girl who gives a guy credit for wiping his own butt."
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
Tuesday, October 22, 2002
Monday, October 21, 2002
On the inside front cover of my senior yearbook John wrote:
"Don't forget us little people."
That was 17 years ago.
Today I learned that John is missing in the gaping wound that was the World Trade Center.
Is this God's way of reminding me not to forget?
I would have preferred a string around my finger.
"Don't forget us little people."
That was 17 years ago.
Today I learned that John is missing in the gaping wound that was the World Trade Center.
Is this God's way of reminding me not to forget?
I would have preferred a string around my finger.
"When he knew he was dying, my grandfather wrote love notes and small prayers on pieces of paper and hid them around the house so that my grandmother would find them when he was gone and still know how much he loved her."
I sat in the coffee shop as he told me this story and cried.
I hoped one day a note would find me.
I sat in the coffee shop as he told me this story and cried.
I hoped one day a note would find me.
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