My sister’s untimely death has taught me that I’d better start looking at the gifts people bring me BEFORE they pass, not after. Or I’ll forever be picking up the phone to call someone who can no longer respond in the flesh.

As always I have to end on a positive note!

The photo: speaking of death, I spotted this little guy-girl on the sand while talking on the phone to my daughter. Since it wriggled when I picked it up, I tossed it back into the ocean. On my way back from my 4-mile walk, there it was again. How weird is that? And yes, I wondered if it wasn’t my sister coming to listen to me.

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