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Lynn Ballou

Yeah, Sara --- what he said! Like, Saturday, when I was thinking of you and came upon a piece of sea glass while walking in the sand at Half Moon Bay --- I would have called you, we would have shrieked you would have told me UNDER NO UNCERTAIN CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD I SEND IT TO YOU and I would have sheepishly and under extreme duress agreed only to quietly slip it in the mail to you the next day willing to risk W.O.S. (wrath of Sara!) just so you could see it. Miss you so much, Sara....


OH... How many times have I wanted to call and share things with you. I cannot even count. Like the fabulous hike we took last weekend and the two beautiful snakes we saw up close and that my vertical strawberries are producing fruit. But the fruit is really tasteless and I don't know why but you would have a reason.

Good for you Lynn. I never had the nerve to risk W.O.S.


This is from Aura:

This may be really stupid, but Sara's death was a complete surprise to me and I am still in shock. I really cannot believe that she is gone. About a two weeks before she died, we had this conversation, (my last with her,)

Sara:"I am feeling so much better now. I really could live this way"

Me: "That's great what a relief!"

Sara: "You know Erik has made it his mission to completely spoil me until the day I die."

Me: "Hey! What if you really could live this way for another few years? You'd have Erik spoiling you all that time!!!"

Sara and Me: Wicked laughter at such a decadent thought.

Even before Sara had cancer, she would disappear for a few weeks and then tell me she had a horrible flu or a terrible period. I keep feeling like this is just one of those temporary times when she is not up to talking and that she will come back soon enough...

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