Oh Stef, Where are you now? I miss you - your embraces, your warmth, holding your hand, your kisses, your laughter, your poems. I hope you've forgiven me for giving you such a hard time about your favorite hat, and for often being nagging and critical. You stayed loving and present through it all.
I think of you every time I see the peonies. The tree peony you planted is thriving and huge. And the one we transplanted that was Marianne's is doing well too.
I wish you were here to enjoy the chickens with me. I wonder what you'd say about Silvy's loud crowing.
If there's life after death, I hope there are lots of books and bugs and trees and loons there. And I hope you know that you are deeply loved and not forgotten.
Another year gone by. Thank you for spending time with me and helping me grow. I miss you. Love, Liz