Soaking The Pots

Shared by Maggie Adair on December 6, 2011

I remember when Kez lived with us. We all had 'dish' duty which included washing up the pots.

Well, when it came to Kez's turn, we heard the same thing every time - I'm just going to let the pots soak a bit. It didn't matter if they really needed to be soaked or not, they got soaked anyway. And they stayed soaking until someone else took on the job of actually washing the pots!

It doesn't matter how much time passes, or that the memories are good, the pain of losing Kez remains the same. I see her face and hear her voice all the time. Heaven may be happy to have her, but I'd prefer she had been with us a lot longer.

Love you heaps, Kez ♥♥♥

Crossing the River

Shared by Sharon Winter on November 16, 2011

I remember many years ago when I was about 10 years of age and kerry was 16, we went running through this field at the back of our house in Newcastle. I was such a beautiful warm afternoon, kerry was running in front of me and we came to a stream which we had to to cross. The water was clear, but the rocks had some of that green "slime". We didnt think much of it, we both just stood there contemplating how to get across the river. After much arguing and disagreeing about how to cross the river, Kerry, being the oldest decided that the best option to cross the stream was to walk on the rocks. I stood there in anticipation, letting her go across first, so I could "watch and learn". A few seconds later a hear a screech, I look down, and see kerry sitting in the water. The green "slime" had got the better of her. My laughter and chuckles on the way home did not amuse her:)

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