September 24, 2013 5:24 PM
I don't blame Denise for our family failing; she tried everything she could find.
The very last two, sitting at the New Year's Table, were Denise and her Mother. They threw the "T-Bag missile" at each other, for what seemed like hours. I was the only one watching their fierce determination - never ever give up. I called it foolish, but it wasn't; it had a purpose, and was a spiritual ritual. Denise loved her Mother.
In my mind, we are still one.
My awareness of Denise is full Love and will never end either.
God Bless us both.
God Bless everyone.
I can hear the Bells tolling.