Many of my readers know about a woman who greatly impacted my life. Her name was Ann Rankin. She died just before Easter two years ago. But before she passed away she she told me about peace. She was herself till the very end, and this is important because it allowed her to see that the small things she wanted were happening. I don't mean that she wanted to take care of funeral details or anything like that, I mean the things she wanted for those she was leaving. She was able to give away he most precious possessions, poetry and photos, furniture that had filled her home, and personal affects. She was also able to watch her loved ones cone together. Page and I had just rekindled our friendship, and page was carrying a baby. It was these details that brought her with relief, not a little blue box.
She was loved.
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