My brother killed himself on November 26th, 2007. How I will observe the anniversary I do not know.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
I kept waking up last night, sweating. I jumped the gun with the fleece jammies but the cats had deserted me and the window was open. Gardening makes me feel better. There are seven bags of yard waste beside my house right now, and my aching back and the dirt under my nails. I pruned the star magnolia and the grapes and cut down all the iris stalks and dead roses. The oak tree hasn't turned yet. Fall moves so fast and then it is done and winter and rain all the time.
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Come to my house for Chinese and good wine.
Love,
Rebecca
I think I will. Thank you R.
~B
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