I had to steal this picture from Tracey's blog, since I forgot my camera... Here's my sister Joanne and her husband Ira, and my little nephew Noah.
It was an inspired gathering of separated souls, whose lives had repeatedly crossed over the decades, just out of reach, until they eventually recognized each other. It was inevitable that they would do so, as though the universe would not rest until they had.
4 comments:
Anita, you're a poet. I hope you and Joann stay in touch from now on.
Impressive words, I like it!! Glad you were able to use the picture-enjoy!!
Strange--I see more of a resemblance between you and Joanne in the picture than I did in person.
Love the photo; love the sentiment. I felt like the luckiest person in the world that day for being connected to all of you in such a special way.
Thank you! :_)
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