Today I find myself unable to speak. With all the words available to me, I can't seem to make them work. In the last few years, I've followed your life through Facebook, messages, phone, and distance. We were a world apart, but we've always been connected. We are family. When I was young you would… Continue reading Never Enough
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The Weeping Willow
Do you remember when we used to sit beneath the willow? The big one with the branches drooping into the water? It seemed almost like it had dipped its fingers into the slow, cool current just to get some relief from the summer heat. We used to sit beneath the bough of that tree and… Continue reading The Weeping Willow