A blog about my French-Canadian ancestry and my husband's Russian roots.
I bet she was truly loved, and her memories live on! My sister, died too early in March of 1967, and therefore the entire month of March and hearing about the year of 1967, if though I was just a little girl, still lives in my memories and is not a month I ever look forward to.
I sympathize with you Karen about your loss. Although I didn't mention it in my post, my grandmother Julie died on the 14th birthday of one of her granddaughters (my cousin).
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