Here I sit, at my computer, remembering the promise you had made me a l-o-n-g time ago.  I'm speaking of the promise to let me know when you felt like you just couldn't take any more.  A year ago, about this time, is when you went in for your last surgery.  You asked (Lillian) Renee not to let me know you were going in because 'You didn't want to ruin my Memorial Day weekend'.  You know that wouldn't have made any difference to me.  You know I would want to be there for you . . . Holiday or not.  Now I feel as if I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to you.  I know you wouldn't want me to feel this way but, I'm sorry, I do!
 

   I was seven months pregnant with Harlan when Dad died and I'll never forget his last words to me.  He sat up in bed, before being wheeled into surgery, and told me that I was having a girl.  What a shock I had when Dr. Al Silverberg, our friend/neighbor/OB, showed me my 'daughter' and 'she' had something girls aren't supposed to have!  Harlan's last words to me were "I love you".  He said that just days before his accident.  Your last words to me were "I love you" also but that was many days/weeks before your surgery . . . too many days/weeks before!
 

   I know in my heart that the three of you are together now.  You're with Grandma and Grandpa Goldberg (whom we never got a chance to meet), Grandma and Grandpa Schwartz, and our many Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins as well as your mother-in-law, father-in-law, and brother-in-law.  At times, to be honest, I wonder why our family has had to go through so many losses.  I guess I'll never get the answer to that question because there really isn't an answer is there?! 
 
 

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