I vaguely remember hearing Mom say this little rhyme. I learned today at Marina's funeral that she had it on the fridge. It certainly does sound like something Mom would have.
Marina's funeral was wonderful. And sad. And a lot of other things. I'm still trying to sort it all out in my head.
I did have a distinct impression at the graveside in Iona that Mom and Dad were there to be with the rest of the family. The veil felt thin.
Family photo, taken at the church on Mesa Avenue, which Dad helped build. Paula subbed in for Sherri, who had departed before we took the picture.
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