Fran

Today someone asked me, "How many sisters do you have, Fran?" I proudly said what I have always said, "Four.  I have four sisters.  There are five of us." I will always say that. There will always be five of us.

My friend Ursula sent me this poem yesterday.  I love this and I find it very soothing: DO NOT STAND ON MY GRAVE AND WEEP, I AM NOT THERE, I DO NOT SLEEP, I AM A THOUSAND WINDS THAT BLOW, I AM THE DIAMOND GLINTS ON SNOW, I [...]

Me, years ago,  giving Jeanie the worst haircut of her life (she forgave me and we started getting a hairdresser to come over from then on) She is Gone You can shed tears that she is gone, Or you can smile because she lived, You can close your eyes and [...]

Last night as I was just about to fall asleep, I suddenly had this overwhelming sense of Jeanie coming to me and pulling the sheets gently up to my neck and tucking me in for the night.  I couldn't see her face, but I felt her tall elegant young presence [...]

And now, now like Nora said, Jeanie is free.  Let's imagine her walking and flying. The picture you sent (above), that's how I will see her from now on.  She looks so charismatic. she has a twinkle in her eyes; they are deep and soulful and her smile [...]