Monday, April 16, 2012

99 Weeks

I don't know why but for some reason this number of weeks feels like a milestone. Maybe because it's the last time I can say it's this many weeks since John passed that only has two digits in it. Silly maybe.
I also can't keep the counting song "99 bottles of beer on the wall" out of my head. If only the end result would be John would come back, I would sing all those bottles of beer away.
March 1993 - Our first trip to AZ

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