My sweet Becky slipped away the evening of Monday, July 6th. She was able to watch the Fourth of July fireworks. That day I picked up this, the last brick while she was still alive. The great matriarch Grandma Jo, Becky's mom, is sportingly help holding the brick. That evening she was holding her daughter's hand as she breathed her last breath.
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