journaling
My Pamela. I first met her when I started work at the group home where she lived. She was just 20. Pam became the daughter I had never had. She came to my home for holidays, loved my son like he was her actual brother, and was so happy each time one of my grandbabies arrived. She lo
What a beautiful tribute to your loved one. I really liked the journaling, great storytelling, and the pretty clustering. The word arts are the perfect finishing touch.
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