I keep Martha Fauker's collar on a vase in the main room of our home. I like to see it on display. This weekend at the couples' stock the bar shower the bride's mother, DeAnne, saw the collar and started tearing up. When I was in college and had to go out of town, DeAnne would keep Martha Fauker for me, and DeAnne has been a dominate member in the Martha Fauker fan club ever since.
Martha Fauker's death makes me feel like a magical part of myself is gone for good.
I wish I knew with certainty and without an echo of doubt that heaven exists and that I'll see Martha Fauker again.
Life goes on...
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