Laura's flower

She was loved so and she so loved. It's hard to say goodbye. I used to visit her every Wednesday. I wish I'd kept up with my visits. I wish I wish I wish. I remember staying with her when I was young... I must have been nine? She offered me coffee with breakfast. I smiled at her figuring she was joking. She wasn't. She treated me like an adult. I liked that about her. She made you feel special and with that I now realise how special she was. I remember playing with a doll she kept in a hat box in the cupboard of her guest room. Many of us have played with that doll over the years. I've continued the tradition and found an identical box for my guest room cupboard. Mom dug out a smocked baby dress from the cedar chest while she was here. I wonder if it came from her. As I learnt today at her funeral it might well have. It's hard to say goodbye to someone who loved you so and whom you so loved.