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Sister Susie
Love, Patty H.
It took me forever to get signed in but finally figured out I was going under a different email address. On March 15, I thought about you--th laughter, jokes and fun--only you and I understood. Sharing and caring were your middle names, besides Lynn, of course. I am looking forward to seeing you one day, and I keep your picture
Sister, Susie XXXOOO
Love your niece,
Michele
Charles Urella.
Love,
Patty H.
Mark and Debra
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Sister Susie
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Happy Belated Birthday!
As usual, I'm always late for your birthday, but never forgetting you on that day. I was in Michigan with no internet, visiting with Alyssa. A newspaper article prompted me to share this poem with another lady named Diana that passed before her time:
God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be
So he closed his arms around you,
And whispered, "Come to Me."
In tears, we saw you sinking,
We watched you fade away,
Our hearts were almost broken,
You fought so hard to stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Your gentle hands at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
So keep your arms around her, Lord,
And give her special care.
Make up for all she suffered,
That seemed to us unfair.
So many times we've needed you,
So many times we've cried.
If love could have saved you,
You never would have died.
I miss you so much, Love Susie XOXOXO
My Favorite Memory
When I graduated from eighth grade, I got letters from all of my family on the retreat. Of course I sat in my corner and cried my eyes out. But one letter made me laugh and cry, and was by far the best. It was from Grammy and she told me her favorite memory. I had been visiting her over the summer, and it had been a long day. Grammy wasn't feeling well and Dad was out grocery shopping, my job had always been to make Grammy laugh and be the quirky person I have always been. Grammy and I were upstairs and the doorbell rang. We had no idea who would be knocking on the door at that time of night. I went down and opened the door, Grammy close behind me. When I looked out, I saw noone. I turned to Grammy and said, "There's noone here but someone left you flowers." Grammy looked out the door and started laughing. Noone had brought her flowers it was just her plant, and the person knocking on the door had been my dad who had gotten locked out. Moments like these were few, but I still smile and laugh when I think of her.