I remember the last time we were together, standing on the beach, watching the kids & Ryder play around in the water, talking about you possibly moving to DE, how we could grow old & be the coolest grandma's sitting on a porch drinking iced tea (the Long Island kind) or daquiri's, talking about our crazy drunken nights, laughing till our stomachs hurt, all while watching our grandkids play around. Now that will never happen, but I hold that memory so close. When I grow old, you may not be with me physically but you will be right there in my heart forever & I will raise my glass in toast to you. I love you Megan.
February 19, 2014
by Jenie Smith
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by Jenie Smith