Monday, April 18, 2011


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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