Make your own here. Seen at Carin’s.
Personal Update:
Flight leaves tomorrow. It takes about 32 hours door to door. It still doesn’t seem real. More than anything, I guess that’s why I need to make this trip. Right now it feels like a reflection of some other life, some other world. Not real. Make-believe.
I know, I know. I said no emoting. Work with me here, people.
Tattered Bits of Brain 
I don’t think it’s the distance that makes it seem unreal, although that doesn’t help. It’s just the situation. Whenever something rather tramatic happens, it always has that “this isn’t happening” feel. Things take a few days to soak in.
wow, it’s really unique. is it really happening in US at the moment? 😀
anyway, I’m just passing by your blog. 🙂
I was a good friend of your sister. She had just visited me in New York a few weeks ago. I am so sorry for your loss and my thoughts go out to your family.
I received a message from your mother but have not been able to contact her since. I would very much like to attend her memorial service but I don’t have any of the details. When you have a moment could you please contact me? If there is anything that I can do to help your family, please don’t hesitate to ask.
I am sorry to use your blog to contact you but I am anxious to get information about the service.
Thank you very much,
Andrea