You know you’re getting old when you have to subtract the year you were born from the current year to find out how old you are… I had to do that for Kristin as well as for myself this year…(hey, no Grandma jokes here!)
KK, I think of you this special day, your 19th birthday, as I do throughout the year. I ache at the separation that we have to endure, and I long for the time that we can all be together again. I have to keep telling myself — this earth is not our home. Our real home is a beautiful place with no sickness, no sadness, a place where peace, joy and celebration goes on forever.
Love you!
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