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Today makes a year that my beautiful friend passed away.  It seemed so short and then again so much has happened in that short time that it feels like she has been gone from my life for ever.  Last year I felt as though nothing could ever be the same but God heals and Our Lady wraps the sorrowful in her mantle and holds you tight. 

I can do nothing but join my heart to her husband Phil’s and all the precious Eastman kids.  If you pray the rosary won’t you please join me in offering your rosary for the soul of Mrs Amy Eastman and her family.  If you did not know her or have not followed her life you can read last years post here.

Since you’ve been gone

by Tricia Gaitan

I’ve had to live
and work and breath,
see the beauty in life
and make time to grieve.

The bread must bake
the books be read
no time to lay down a tired head

Full of hope I must remain
for so many little ones to train.
but still the laudry must be done,
the children smile and laugh and run
they find the time to see the bees
collect the flowers, climb the trees

The dishes pile inside the sink,
I miss you ever more I think
and still the good days come often by
it’s good to smile instead of cry

Amy, you know
I miss you still,
I love you dear
I always will.

 
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What can I say…I know I have been sorely absent.  I have so many reasons.  Some of them bring tears if I entertain them too long, others have just kept me so busy these last two months.  I have opened up this blog so many times to write but it just was not there.  Have any of you ever felt this way?  There is so much that letting any of it out may just cause an avalanche.

The main reason I can find for my writers block is the loss of a most beautiful flower.  A life time ago (it seems) I shared a story of my friend Amy.  She was battling the most valiant fight with cancer, angiosarcoma to be specific. I wrote of how I would wear her shoes to try and feel what it was like to “walk in her shoes”.  It is so hard to accept a world where she won’t ever call me again or pop up out of the blue and invite me to a birthday party or just hang out. Amy passed away in the arms of her beloved husband on October 30th.  It still feels unreal, but it is real.