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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! Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/8/2020 3:06:00 PM You had a lovely mother-in-law! Wow! 103. Great!

Sandra Adams Date: 1/8/2020 5:26:00 AM Sounds like a wonderful friend. Age is just a number placed on us. Sounds like her heart was still very young :) Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/8/2020 7:15:00 AM Very young and sharp until a stroke came for her.

Line Gauthier Date: 1/8/2020 1:16:00 AM Lovely tribute, Caren. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/8/2020 4:07:00 AM Thank you Line.

Running Wolves Date: 1/7/2020 9:23:00 PM Lovely write Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/8/2020 4:07:00 AM Thank you Running Wolves.