but I made it through the day. It was 15 months that Shirley passed away on Friday. And it being on a Friday made it worse. Kathy and I were talking today about how much we hate the 23rd and then we both said that we even really don't like Fridays anymore. Shirley died on a Friday.
But Friday night I got to go to dinner with my girlfriends who I am going on a float trip with in July. That was a lot of fun. Nothing better than good food, good friends and some good margaritas.
Mom told me on Saturday that Her and Cindy got a new wind chime for Shirley's tree. I can't wait to get out and see it.
Love,
Teresa
April 26, 2010
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