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Melanoma Messengers Training & Philly trip
This weekend I attended the Melanoma Messengers Training through Melanoma Research Foundation (MRF). My father, went with me at my request. I just wasn’t ready to go to a strange city by myself (I’m a country gal) and didn’t want … Continue reading
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Odd dream
Thankfully, just a dream… I dream that I’m somewhere with my mother… like a park or camp or somewhere. I happen to see her walking towards me and she’s smoking a cigarette. I look at her and glare… speechless. She … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Friends, Life after John's Death, Nathaniel, Pre-stage IV
Tagged camp, cancer, colon cancer, dream, etiquette, grandparents, John, Mom, mother, Nathaniel, smoking, technology
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Random thought about Heaven
I’ve been busy the last few days and really need to add some updates, but I had a random thought that seemed to need it’s own entry. Today, Mom & I slaved on cleaning the paddocks and run-ins. We moved … Continue reading
Rainbows & Mourning Doves 