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Sunshine (Louise)

Last weekend (4.6.18), I slept over at Louise's house. We had gone to Iowa for a play on Friday night and had our MN Quilters meeting on Saturday morning. As I was having some morning coffee and trying to be quiet so she could sleep in, her bladder woke her up. She and I chatted as she opened window shades to let the morning sunshine fill the house.

As she stood at the kitchen sink, looking out over the backyard and the maple tree, she commented on how she could picture our mom standing there, looking out.

I can't find the words to describe the emotion in the room. Louise's memory of our mother brought that image and love into the kitchen with us. It was so lovely!

Louise has always been a "sunshine" girl. She and our mom shared a sunshine-y relationship. The song, "You are my sunshine" has always made me think of the two of them together.

- Jeanne
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