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Tonight the time-honored task of writing Christmas cards began.  This group was to my doll club friends, women I love dearly and want to remember, but don’t need to send the family photo greeting card.  I enjoy a quiet mental visit with each one as I write her card, thinking about when we were last together, and will be again. I have known some of these women for nearly forty years.  Three are missing from my list since last Christmas, and will be listening to choirs of angels this year.  Their absence leaves a remarkable hole in our close-knit group, and I remember them with love.

Merry Christmas in Heaven this year, Mary, Sharon, and Alyce.