Dear Lindsay and Barb,
I wish I could give you some great piece of wisdom that would make the hurt all go away but it doesn't exist. No matter how old we are, no matter how prepared we think we are, it still sucks!!! We never outgrow the need for our parents.
I can only tell you that your parents were deeply loved by MANY people. I'm just one! I have such great memories of your folks. Lindsay, you and I use to play Barbie on the stairs in the house on 4th Street. I loved that house. Your mom would fix me catsup sandwiches.
And what an adventure when they inherited Cherry Bank Farm - that house was filled with old newspapers. I can still see your dad's face when we first walked through it. And the pride as the house took shape under your folk's guiding hand. That house was a work of love. I'm thrilled it's on the National Historical Registry.
The last time I was in Clinton, I went up to see them and they made me feel like a long lost daughter. They had a way of making me feel so special.
I wish I could be there just to give you both a hug. I really miss you!
With all my love,
Marti