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My dear friend, Lora, passed away 9 years ago today. I wrote this little reflection last year in her memory. If you all don’t mind, I’d like to post it here for her this time. I still miss her, but thinking of her makes me smile.estatic

When I Wear Red  

I think of her in the summer when the kids go off to camp.

And when I hear them giggle and gossip in the bathrooms.

I think of her when the women play pranks at the retreats,

and sometimes when couples sing duets at church.

I  remember she and her husband singing, and the song they did so well together.

I think of her when another of  “our girls” graduates or gets married, or has her first baby.

I remember her in her red blazer, so elegant and confident.

I think of her when I balance (or try to) my checkbook. Haha! Yes, she was so particular and careful with the books.

I think of integrity when I think of her.

I think of silliness, and laughter, and fun!

I remember how she loosened me up and help me to laugh at myself!

When I think of her, I remember how she saw more in me than I saw in myself. She planted seeds of confidence, seeds of grace, seeds of courage and faith.

When I wear red I think of her. She wore red a lot. I never wore red.

She’s been gone for eight years today. I still miss her. I still think of her.

And now sometimes I even wear red.

In Memory of Lora Jean DeWald



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