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Eighty Eight Years Young

Rosy cheeks, keen mind was fairly dancing with terrific ideas and hope I had a sense about her from the instant we met, a kindred soul. Eighty-eight years young. She had a soulful and amazing ability to cope. We were the best of friends, she made me feel encouraged and whole.

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Jessica Amanda Salmonson

Date: 1/8/2020 5:57:00 PM

Such a nice sentiment. But personally, I'm old. Doctors keep reminding me!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/8/2020 8:12:00 PM

I am getting older every second, and my bones and aches keep reminding me.

Ann Foster

Date: 1/8/2020 12:34:00 PM

Some angels are just that, and give us gifts we receive again and again our whole lives, by their wonderful wisdom. Excellent write. Ann

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/8/2020 3:05:00 PM

Thank you so much my friend!

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 1/8/2020 7:30:00 AM

Yes, as long as we are dreaming we stay young. Your inspiring poem of your wonderful young friend reminded me of my mother - in-law who at the age of 103 kept enjoying life and was aware till the last moment. She welcomed death with open arms and with a broad smile. Thank you for sharing dearest, Caren.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/8/2020 3:06:00 PM

You had a lovely mother-in-law! Wow! 103. Great!