journaling
My Pamela. I first met her when I started work at the group home where she lived. She was just 20. Pam became the daughter I had never had. She came to my home for holidays, loved my son like he was her actual brother, and was so happy each time one of my grandbabies arrived. She lo
The passing of a good and well-loved police officer in our little town. It rocked our town. He was known by all, and so kind and fair. His memory is forever a blessing in our lives.
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