We vacationed at a motel on the boardwalk, so many years ago, big white rocking chairs lined the porch. do you remember? We listened to the ocean pouring toward shore and falling away, and the salt-sweet air tickled our tongues. Dear friend, you have heard the ocean again, and, remembering the good times gently floated out with the tide, where pain can never touch you again, and God's arms can cradle you for eternity.

Ruth, be at peace. No one ever earned it more. I love you and miss you, Carol

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