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Tomorrow there will be no Easter egg hunt.  No silly clues telling the boys “Almost”.  No silly tasks to complete, like barking like a dog, to get a dollar.  No fights over who found both five dollar bills.  No counting the money at the pool table while eating the candy.

We also won’t sing happy birthday and watch Bearpaw open his birthday presents (four days early) as we always did on Easter Sunday.  We would wrap each part of the gifts separately because he loved opening presents.

Last year, on April 1, Bear and I went to the Longtimers’ Reception.  I received my 15 year clock.  I took a selfie of us.  The last photo of the two of us.

We saw Bearpaw several more times in April, then in May, and in June.  June 20 was the last time we saw him. The last photos of him with the boys.

I don’t want to pass these “lasts”.