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So. I'm going to a celebration of Mary's life tomorrow. Be careful what you wish for, huh? It is going to be so strange since there was no funeral, and no closure. Even the slightest filipant remark from someone on a radio station about cancer puts me over the edge. I imagine everyone is else who loved her is somewhere near that. So how is this hall full of people gonna' habdle it? I hope well. Does it ever stop hurting though. It's almost like the departed are never really gone, and their personalities immortalize a feeling that is so sad, but so beautiful. I don't know what I'd do if I were my grandpa Charlie. He seems to handle it extraordinarily well. But I still don't see the bad nights I guess. Only his brave face. Well, the tough times are what makes our character. We shall see. This 4th was awesome. Being at my Cottage just makes me so happy. I can't imagine not having it. And it was fun to give Stacey her first s'more, first paddle boat speed boat pontune boat and tubing ride. And I got to kneeboard. Wheee. But you seriously have to have some upper arm strength for that, which i totally don't. Ah well more later. Bye Bye.