Journal entry by Joanne Negstad — May 16, 2018
It was my first visit to the cemetery since the burial weekend. Another 'Joanne day'; sunny, slight breeze, warm but not hot and the setting was peaceful...too peaceful. I don't want her buried and resting. I want her alive and full of conversation. Now I sit near her beloved recliner which sits empty. Absence is so present on this journey.
Have you ever made egg coffee? One of Joanne's students sent me a card and in it she wrote "Joanne taught me how to make egg coffee." Isn't that sweet? And, isn't it sweet that Peggy, shared that with me? For 82 years Joanne did things to help others; big things and small things.
Have you ever made egg coffee? One of Joanne's students sent me a card and in it she wrote "Joanne taught me how to make egg coffee." Isn't that sweet? And, isn't it sweet that Peggy, shared that with me? For 82 years Joanne did things to help others; big things and small things.
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