Losing Loretta is incredibly difficult. Tears felt hot on my cheek as I listened to her sister…her brothers…speaking…remembering.
I spent a lot of time with the objects that remained. Loretta’s objects put a smile on my face, just like Loretta’s smile put a smile on my face. For a few moments, I could feel like she was in the room with me, receiving hugs from all of these people.
I remember you in those hats, Loretta. I love you.
