So he went, she was gone.

That’s it.

We won’t see them again.

We have the photos, even tapes of their voices at their best.

Remember when….. and then they folded the chairs, removed the tablecloths and placed bowls of punch in the center of every table.

We stayed sober. Excessively sober. Seriously remembering them.

There will be more, others, new, wonderful, marvelous chapters in our lives.

Just not the same.

Thanks so much for all we remember! We can smile and laugh and feel the warmth of those moments.

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