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scenes.... Part IV

continued... 51 to 60:

51. Finding out Oreo (my rabbit of 7 years) had died and having to bury him.

52. Watching Mr. Hope play his guitar and sing.

53. Meeting Kim W. for the first time at a craft show, having her host my Pampered Chef Bridal Shower, becoming apart of her team, becoming friends, and after 4 years of knowing her ... finding out that she had passed away. Why? Because of a inter-cerebral hemorrhage. Still a moment that just sits uneasy with me. She was only 47, married for 20 some years, 4 children (9 years - 24 years) and a really inspiring person.

54. Watching Mr. Hope make silly faces, noises, jokes... always making me smile.

55. Spending time with my mom, time that will forever be remembered.

56. Working with my dad at the county fair. Running around the fair grounds knowing all the sneaky routes. Playing in the infield while the races are going on. Eating fair food at it's finest.

57. Walking our first "Walk for the Whisper" with my family, family friends and my Mom. She was weak because it was a month or so after her surgery and she had a chemo treatment that week before but she did a great job. We were all proud to walk with her.

58. Finding Oscar under our neighbors truck. Having him lay in the bath tub while we frantically got ready to take him to the emergency vet. Having Mr. Hope tell me that I need to go into the bathroom to be with him and say goodbye to Oscar. Holding him the entire way to the vet and telling him (in tears) that I was so sorry and that I loved him. Holding him for the last time. Saying goodbye. Carrying him home (in a kitty coffin). Setting him on our coffee table and just balling.

59. Watching my sister dance.

60. Taking pictures. I'm not a photographer but I love snapping pictures of anything. Sometimes I have some great shots but most of the time they are pretty candid and probably not in focus. I love it though!


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