When Mama Hawthorne died, I went H.O.M.E. and did what I could. And it was never enough. I found a box full of pictures and I brought them to my home. I stuffed the box of pics in the utility room. And a few days ago, I found that box in an upstairs bedroom. I'd bet Daughter Hawthorne found them downstairs and brought them upstairs. Here's a delicious picture I found: Who the crap keeps a box of Animal Crackers when they're sledding? It's me and Elizabeth W. M. I have cried doing this post. When I saw this picture. Elizabeth is in back. I'm in front. Elizabeth is dead. But she lives on in my heart.
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