Once upon a time,
(and we all know that many good stories begin with, “Once upon a time,” don’t
we?) my family and I lived in the far northern part of the State of Maine in
the city of Caribou. Though the church
family there was small, the love was large.
For fun, the
ladies of the church had “secret sisters.” Those who chose to participate
filled out forms that included personal information that answered what our
favorites were. The idea was to draw a
name, slip a secret something of encouragement onto a designated entry
table without being seen, and to keep our identity secret for three
months. At the end of that time, we’d
have a gathering to celebrate and tell whether or not we had guessed who had
been leaving the mysterious messages and personal packages.

Not only is the
pin dear to my heart, but so too are the memories of those times with Heather
and her family, made even more precious by her unexpected passing on January 9,
2012.
Times and seasons
pass,
but love never fails.
M Sue
October 26, 2012
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