Hubby has informed me that it was 1975 when we moved to our present house. Our daughter made the change from Loara Elementary School to Peter Marshall Elementary School and she found children her age living on our street.
The cute little girl across the street was younger than our daughter, but they soon became friends—forever. Like all young friendships theirs did not lack for periods when they were not talking to each other, but they always seemed to make-up.
My daughter’s friend had a couple of older brothers and both parents. Through the years all have gone in different directions—all over the world, literally. But my daughter’s friend has always managed to keep up with everyone, and has stayed in touch with my daughter. Today, I received the sad news that my daughter’s friend has lost her mother.
I am sorry for her passing, of course, but my heart aches for my daughter’s friend. I have experienced the loss of a mother and know the pain. My deepest condolences to Mara and her brothers.
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