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These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Today would have been her birthday
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I still remember when she died. It was right before I started high school-maybe a week before...about 11 o'clock at night when I went in to say good night to my parents and seeing the news story on the news.
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