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Pretty raw, mostly because my dad is the last one of his family, and he knows it. He's pretty sad. And they're leaveing for FLA in another couple of weeks.
He's forgotten more than most of us ever know. And it's hard to watrch...
But I'm coming back, so to speak. SO even though I'm grim, I'm better than I was.
In the next week, I ought to put together a book of memories for my dad, regarding my aunt. Scrapbooking a life... Strange.
Wish I had more of her memorabilia. She always did beautiful silk-screened cards.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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