The earliest memory I have is what I think was Easter in Canton MA, I was still in elementary school. I was in line with her waiting to fill my plate. I somehow started talking to her, I didn't know her as well since you all grew up in California. We started talking about traveling. She told me about all the places she had been to. I was inspired.
Years later we walked down the Seine river in Paris. I don't even know what we talked about but it was very peaceful.
She welcomed me and my father to Julie's wedding in Lake Tahoe, took me to get my nails done with all the bridesmaids, even brought me with her into the limo (thank you Julie).
I remember how she hugged. Like she really meant it.
The last time I saw her, she was dancing at Rities wedding. I just danced and sang with her.
There were so many other memories. I treasure them all.
She lived with a little punch and the kindest heart.
I will miss her dearly.
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