Let this be my written prayer....
Please don't let anything happen to this woman, My dear Great Aunt Hazel, for she is getting so old. Please let me make it back to the states in time to go and visit her in Oklahoma and leach as many stories about my grandmother and my family as I possibly can. I will forever feel guilty if I don't make it to see her before she leaves this earth. I want to sit with her and drink tea and listen to her voice tell me the stories she knows about my Grandmother's life. I want to close my eyes and see it all, good and bad. So many memories die with a person... There are so many questions you wish you could ask after they are gone...
My thoughts are like dominoes...
18 years ago

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