Storms,
as all storms do,
move on.
Even ice-hard
hailstones melt
and lend life giving water . . .
Today
I'm grateful
for life's storms
that give me
the opportunity
to learn and grow.
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Lori
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Grandma's Hands
My grandmother, Esther, once told me her aged and wrinkled hands were the product of a lifetime of hard work and innocence. With a smile on her face and a song in her heart, she chose to find joy in each moment.
About Me
In Memorium
Stacey Ann Eyre Nov. 26, 1968 to Dec. 17, 2007
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