D. Jeanne Whistler 7/15/1959-1/28/16 8:32pm
I never knew grief could be so profound it would steal sleep from me. For the first time i slept with a stuffed animal and for the first time in a long time I slept in my mom's shirt. Not because of necessity but because it made me feel better. I could smell you on it, and while this horrible Stab of cold pain goes through me (this smell is ( Read more... )
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There are no words, just hugs
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Profoundly saddened by her passing. You could not ask to find a safer harbor in a storm.
She always seemed to effortlessly be able to see the best in people, even when they might not be able to see it for themselves, making those around her feel loved, almost as if they were her own.
Few people could make a visit feel like coming back home.
I consider myself fortunate to have known her a long as I did, and feel that the world has become a colder place in the wake of her passing.
I'm sorry for your loss.
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