WOW, that second "F" sure does have a more ominous meaning when it's preceded by "Heavenly," doesn't it! Tomorrow is Sarah's birth day--the day she was born here on Earth. Norm and I were so blessed to be her parents. Now I would tell you the year, but Sarah just didn't talk about her age. LOL
I'm sure you know by now, but I just wanted to remind you, that Sarah loves to laugh. She loves real hugs and scratchies. And children. And chocolate. And cats.
When she couldn't sleep--and sometimes she couldn't--I would give her "scratchies." Just the lightest touch along her arms, face and back, and she would eventually drift into a deep and wonderful sleep.
When she couldn't sleep--and sometimes she couldn't--I would give her "scratchies." Just the lightest touch along her arms, face and back, and she would eventually drift into a deep and wonderful sleep.
She had four cats in her life: Midnight (who was simply stolen one night) and Twilight (Midnight's son who died of old age), Boober (who wasn't real bright--Sarah's words) and Chardie (a slightly overweight and definitely over-the-hill cat beauty queen). Midnight and Twilight were hunters who would bring Sarah fine presents of decapitated rats and geckos. Boober and Chardie were comforters who would lay by her side when she would come home from those rough chemo treatments. Sarah would slip her long, slender fingers out from under the wonderful fuzzy quilt her sis Christina had made for her and wiggle them ever so slightly which was a signal for the cats to move closer. And they would.I'm sure sleep is no longer an issue for her. So would you please just pass along some hugs and laughter--and chocolate. And our love.
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