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Dear Aunt Selma

Avery picked out the dress you bought her for Easter this morning and wore it to church.  It's her favorite.
The three oldest slept last night with their Pillow Pets you gave them last Christmas, as they do every night.  Milo has since grown out of the onesie you gave him that said, "Silent Night, Yeah Right!"  
The letters you have written Avery remain on top of the refrigerator.

This morning, Tucker pointed to a picture of you on Facebook and asked, "Who is that, Mom?"  
They never got to meet you, despite promises to them that we would make a trip out west to do so.

They still laugh at the story I tell of you and me when I was about 8 years old, driving to my house on Trail Haven Road in your little red car.  We were out and about running errands, as we did often did when you lived here.  You couldn't remember where our road was exactly so you asked me to point it out to you when we got close.  As we were about 1000 feet away from Trail Haven, I said, "Turn here."  You turned the wheel sharply to the left, about driving us off the road into the swamp, then quickly straightened it out, laughing out loud at your silliness.  I shrieked!

They have heard the many stories of Bozo the Clown visiting us at our birthday parties.  Bozo had candy stuffed up her sleeves and pant legs and all it took was a little shake here and there and the ground would be littered with all sorts of goodness.  My friends were envious that Bozo the Clown actually lived with us!  

We all have so many questions and feelings of guilt and thoughts of, "What if?"  Its painful to know now how much you were hurting.  

Thank you for cheering us up with your funny Facebook posts, for the packages that would arrive in the mail, for the humorous comments you would leave on my blog posts.  So many have already commented that they felt they knew you just from this blog and others.  

You will be missed.

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