"Not with us anymore"

That's what my mom said. "Uncle John is not with us anymore." I know it's best. He was in pain. Suffering. Withering away. Why doesn't that make it any easier? How come nothing makes it easier? I have pictures. And journal pages. All kinds of stuff...but I don't feel like posting it. I just want to be alone with my memories and my grief for a couple of days...

So, here is something silly. The original picture was a blog download and I'm SO sorry I can't remember where it came from but my brain just isn't functioning properly today. The people are my friends Brenda, Ajae, Suzi, (me), and Wendy. I used the kit "Discovering America" by Snickerdoodle Designs.

It makes me smile, even today. :)