I doubt my cousin Danny would consider himself a poet, but he has a poet's way of getting at the heart of things: "...........after reading the blog about you telling about your mom, I realize how much you are like her and your daughter like you. I think that is something to be proud of. Your daughter has a way with words and the entries are easy to flow with. I know what you are going through is tough and scary. What you said about being away from friends and family because you moved is somewhat true. What you don't know is how many people that know you like myself are praying for you and thinking of you. Di, being from Las Vegas my whole life I know a good bet when I see one and you lady are a good bet."
Last night Valarie asked me how I'm doing emotionally. A part of me is resting now. A part is secure in my outlook on life and death. And a part has a little weep now and then when loving words like Danny's reach me.
Diane
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Thanks to both you and Danny for sharing those words. He's a lot like you, too.
Many hugs and good wishes across these miles.
Love,
Deb
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