Mari, we met when you were 18 and I was 19. Our boyfriends (soon to be husbands) knew each other from the frisbee throwing-joint smoking scene at the UofA in Tucson. For a while you and Jesse lived on our back porch. We watched sunsets at Gates Pass, made our versions of healthy hippie food in an electric skillet, and got pregnant at almost the same time. Your Zac and my Rudy are only a month apart in age. We shared quite a bit of intensity and love in those seminal years. Then we parted until many years later, by sheer good fortune, you recognized Rudy at an art gallery in an art gallery in West Palm Beach. The moment I heard your voice on the phone, I knew that I'd reconnected with one of my dearest life-sisters. And reconnect we did, especially upon your move to Henderson. Our visits, our girls trip, our Grand Canyon and hiking adventures are all such vibrant, treasured memories. Our conversations, from the giggles to the drama, are recalled with love and deeply savored. How I adored your humanity, your curiosity, your empathy, you Sweet Sister. Although I know in my deepest heart that you are in a better place than that in which you faced your last days, I miss that I will answer the phone and there will be your voice. I miss being in your kitchen with all the delicious things you've made in the fridge. I miss how charmed you were with Layla's antics. I miss being in the aura of your deep love for Zac and for Clark. It has never been said more truthfully for anyone, Mari. May you rest in peace, my dear heart. You are so loved.
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01 - Three Little Birds (Bob Marley_ One Love - Music Inspired By The Film)Kasey Musgrave
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