it's the little things..............

.............that mean the most

and in the memories I have of my just passed friend, it's precisely those little pieces of her, tiny flashes of what she did, what she enjoyed and who she was, that bring on the tears

"The place where she sat at the dining table was just as it was when I was there last, piles of beads and mail and grocery receipts ... the microscope slides we had worked on ... except that there was a clean towel spread out and a small pile of seed bead soup on it ... larger beads in a bowl next to it. She really did get a lot of comfort from the bead soup."
~~~from an email by a bbuzzard friend about our lost sister~~~~