On an airplane bound for Denver in 1994 (Thanksgiving day to be exact) I had a conversation with the woman in the seat next to mine. She was probably 45 ish. She told me that she had no children and had lost most of her original family and felt that she needed some connections and roots, in other words, a "family".

I told her about our group, that we had kept in touch over the years and for the past ten years or so had started getting together on a yearly basis. Bill chimed in with some comments about what a close friendship this was and how much we enjoyed each other. She decided that she would talk to some of her close friends about becoming her family. She was en route to ski with some friends at Breckenridge, apparently an annual event. So it seemed that she had the essential elements.

Little did I know just how soon and how much I would need the support and love of my family of sisters. Bill died in August of 1995. My children were and are wonderful, but it has been just so terrific to have this group who called and wrote and now send e-mail. There aren't many other people alive who knew us when we were young. In Oct. of 1995 Judy opened her wonderful home and those who could came. I can't begin to put into words how much it meant to have the hugs, laughs, tears and support. Thank you all and Thank God for you.

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