Dear to our hearts, Myrna and Glen Martin, left today.
A few days ago, Glen brought me a bowl that he made in the woodshop. He said he didn’t want me to forget him…. as if I could. Thank you, Glen, for the beautiful gift from your heart.
Myrna waved at me from down the street, so we headed there to hug them “Adios for now.”
Our Trumpet bush has more flowers every morning.
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