Saturday, June 8, 2013


I have a friend.  She is beautiful.  She is a wife.  She is a mother. She has leukemia.  Right now she is at Huntsman getting the treatment she needs to continue being all the wonderful that she is.  When I hear her voice on the phone I hear some of how I must have sounded to all those that loved me and couldn't take it all away that instant.  You want to be strong for every one else because you see how much your pain is making them suffer.  My friend is so loved.  My friend is so needed and wanted.  This is her time to get better.  I have a friend.  She is beautiful.

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The Bun

The Bun
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