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Lin Morency Buckland's avatar

What a lovely story of friendship that endures. Thank you.

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Carol Sutherland-Brown's avatar

Sari, I loved your story. You remind me that our dead loved ones never really leave us. They are gently tugging at our sleeves forever. So comforting.

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Sari Lubitsch Tudiver's avatar

thank you, Carol. Yes, it can be visceral.

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Sally Showalter's avatar

Warms my heart. Thank you for sharing this intimate story.

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Sari Lubitsch Tudiver's avatar

Thanks for commenting.

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Annette Gendler's avatar

Lovely story about how how those who matter to us continue to be present and how objects link us to them.

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Sari Lubitsch Tudiver's avatar

I appreciate your comment!

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Archie Fineberg's avatar

I was touched by Sari Lubitsch Tudiver's story and as always, delighted by Stella Kalaw's collage. Please keep up these wonderful stories and art.

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Silvana Lucia's avatar

What a beautiful, heart-felt story. Thank you. 🙏🏼💜🌸

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B L's avatar

Especially like your takeaway.

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Sari Lubitsch Tudiver's avatar

thank you!

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Kristin Shannon's avatar

Hi. I read somewhere, that dying isn't the same as leaving. That struck me as true then and even more so after reading your story. To friends who stick around, no matter what, and no matter how.

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Patti Petersen's avatar

What a wonderful response. I agree with you.

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Sari Lubitsch Tudiver's avatar

I appreciate those thoughtful words very much.

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Vianna Heath's avatar

I too, am fortunate enough to have an "old" (long time) friend. We met as 5 year olds in kindergarten. We were always begging to be "put together" in school (the only problem being we

couldn't stop talking!), first through the 3rd grade when my parents and I moved pretty far away. We shared so many "firsts", kindergarten, school, swimming lessons....I was never so desolate as

when my father got a new job, about 200 miles away, and we had to move. I always called on Eleanor (she's now known as "Ellie", but her mother insisted she be known as "Eleanor" (pronounced in our northern New Hampshire dialect as "Eleanah"). We stood up for each other

in our weddings, she's my oldest daughter's godmother...All those important milestones. Always there for me, a concrete philosophy and listening ear. Just a note to say I love you, dear friend.

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Lee Buchanan's avatar

Thank you! Such a lovely story x

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Sari Lubitsch Tudiver's avatar

thanks for commenting!

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Lynda Heines's avatar

Great story. Would love to see that bracelet.

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Sari Lubitsch Tudiver's avatar

Yes, it is lovely; imagining it is fine too!

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Kathy Camacho's avatar

I enjoyed your lovely story - a reminder to treasure our precious friendships.

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Linda Thompson's avatar

A perfect story about precious people and precious things ... in that order.

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Anna C Rumin's avatar

Beautiful.

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Sari Lubitsch Tudiver's avatar

Thank you, Anna for being there.

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Dorothy Lipovenko's avatar

A beautifully written, moving piece. Pitch-perfect ending.

'Zol meer gezunt zein' and 'nor aff simchas'.

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Sylvie Lamoureux's avatar

Thank you for sharing your lovely story about friendship and synchronicity.

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