Mandy Finch

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Mandy Girl   A poem dear friend Your story untold Of one who touched hearts A beautiful soul Loved her precious girls Sam & Jaymie Carnations and Roses Her garden, her sanctuary Pretty as summer Tough as nails Upfront and honest But carried her fair share of sad tales Giving of herself Until the very end I wish you'd stayed longer Mandy - my friend Much love and sadly missed Mysh   So missed and forever loved by her daughters Sam and Jayme, her partner Mewsy and her best friends Greg (Jayme's dad) and Julie. Friend to Mysh and all those who loved her.

	Memories   Most of us have places that are sacred to us. These spots, wherever they are, seem to rejuvenate us and lighten our beings.   It's not important where the place is. It may be a corner of a room, a place where we like to walk or a secret place within ourselves.   Wherever it is, when we have taken the time to rest there even for a bit, we always benefit. Yet when our lingering comes to an end, our sadness lets us know how precious the place is to us.