tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223585433797830375.post5666042441754589931..comments2023-07-30T03:56:33.439-04:00Comments on This is Renee's blog.: not the letter i meant to send.ReneƩ Leigh Stephensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02544751206526988440noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223585433797830375.post-41561426834081309782008-06-25T21:14:00.000-04:002008-06-25T21:14:00.000-04:00renee, i am so sorry. know i am thinking of you, t...renee, i am so sorry. know i am thinking of you, though we have never met. you wrote a beautiful goodbye letter and i am sure liz knew you loved her.City Elfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16497865272383133790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223585433797830375.post-12027108415991136042008-06-21T23:25:00.000-04:002008-06-21T23:25:00.000-04:00I am sorry to hear of the loss of your friend. It ...I am sorry to hear of the loss of your friend. It is truly amazing when we think of the people who are brought to us in life and how lucky we are that we are able to cross paths with people who have a definite purpose. It sounds like she gave her friends wonderful gifts in the short time she had with you all.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223585433797830375.post-90347545371016500342008-06-21T11:22:00.000-04:002008-06-21T11:22:00.000-04:00thank you john.and i am so sorry for your loss.kat...thank you john.<BR/>and i am so sorry for your loss.<BR/>katie was beautiful. she sounded like a amazing person.ReneƩ Leigh Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02544751206526988440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223585433797830375.post-16719812196970605202008-06-21T11:11:00.000-04:002008-06-21T11:11:00.000-04:00That's terrible... I'm sorry. With time, your hear...That's terrible... I'm sorry. With time, your heart will heal. We've just lost a close friend in December and my partner's sister, who I considered a daughter, just a few weeks ago. <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/TimesUnion-Albany/Obituaries.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=110591257" REL="nofollow">She was 23 and was coming home to spend the summer with us in a few days. </A><BR/><BR/>We often wished we'd saved that last phone message, called one more time, or talked a little longer. Nothing can change that.Editorial Staffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11844483212763666949noreply@blogger.com