A Young Miss Trudy
"Mom? Why were you on the phone so early?"
"The hospice nurse called to tell me that Miss Trudy died."
"Oh, no. Are you sad?"
"Yes, I am."
"Miss Trudy's probably not sad."
"No, I'm sure she's not."
"I bet it's a really nice place up there."
Love you.
ReplyDeleteLove you, Laurie. xo
DeleteOh that makes me sad. You're son has a good heart. Sounds like he gets it from his mom.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paula. xo
DeleteI'm so very sorry Lisa. Sending warm thoughts to all of you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cheryl. xo
DeleteI am so glad that you got to be part of her journey. You will never forget her and your presence in her life was a blessing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary. xo
DeleteMay her memory be for a blessing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cheryl. xo
DeleteYou were such a loving friend. Your journey with her reminds me of "Who is my neighbor?" Bless your dear son.
ReplyDeleteThank you. xoxo
DeleteLove. Peace. Grace.
ReplyDeleteAll these things to her and to you.
Thanks, Julie. xo
DeleteSorry...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sir. xo
DeleteSo sorry. I am sure she is very happy up there and made it an even nicer place.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kristy. xo
DeleteI'm so sorry, Lisa. I hope you know how much your grace touched her final years. She rests well now, no doubt. <3
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Anna
Thanks, Anna. xoxo
DeleteHugs to you. I know you were a blessing to to her and she to you.
ReplyDeleteThank you. xoxo
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