From my mom

My mom wrote to me on Friday, sharing her experience of Alice. I felt so helpless reading it, maybe like some readers feel when reading what I write. Here's her message:

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Hi Haig, How are you? how is L, and how is Peter. I called today but did not leave a message. How was L at school today? Still holding on to her red chair I hope. Wishing you all a happy and restful weekend.

I just came back from Rose Hills, took some flowers to Alice. Not in my wildest dream did I ever even imagine that I would go visit Alice's grave. How did that happen, I cannot understand it, when every night and every morning I prayed for my children's safety, success and prosperity and put all three children in God's hand and asked for His Mercy. I trusted in Him and felt assured that you were in Good hands and went about my business.

So what happened, I ask this question and do not get any answers. Tomorrow will be eight months since I saw Alice, alive and well and full of energy and goals and desires and hopes
of her finishing her comps well on October 20th, and thinking of her getting her Masters degree in December, her internship at San Diego City College and her already promised job of teaching in the Spring semester. So what happened. I do not get it. I know in my heart that I still should trust in God and ask for His help and comfort to go on each day with this pain in my heart. I miss Alice. Still do not know how this could have happened.

Tomorrow I am going to a meeting Stiches from the heart in Long Beach and Sunday is the Fashion Show and Tea of the Crochet Guild of Long Beach, I am going to that one too, it will be at the Marriott Hotel in Long Beach, by my favorite Long Beach Airport.

I am at the Library to check on the Martha Stewart show from yesterday, I hope it is on the internet. Then I have to go home and wash my face.

I love all of you

mom