A dear friend of ours is battling with stage IV cancer, and her sons have asked all friends and family to share a few memories of her. So I did what I know best: I scrapped a page.

Journaling reads:
Dear Peggy, I remember when…

… we spent Thanksgiving, and Christmas, and Easter, at your house: there would always be new faces around the table, and we all felt part of a big family. At the end of dinner, you would come up with a fun game to get to know us all better: What famous person would you like to meet? What unusual thing have you done that people wouldn't think of? What book are you reading right now?

… you gave my mom (a musician) a music book that had been written by your grandmother (also a musician): it was such a thoughtful gift!

… you would explain to us the meaning of some phrases, like the now obsolete "back in the day", or the ironic "not that there's anything wrong with that"

… we went to have dinner with you, Brian and my mom on the lake: such a breathtaking view and such a pleasant evening with dear friends

Credits:
Good Mother by Jenn Barrette
Font: Pea Olson, CK Ali's Hand