"Our little rosebud."
That's what they said about you on that March day, more than a half-century ago, the day you were born and died. Soon after, you were laid to rest on a hill by the sea. Those who loved you walked away from that little grave and kept you tucked away in their hearts. Now they, too, have gone on to what comes after this. I hope you're all together again, having a happy reunion. I'm all for reunions...
Happy Birthday, Briita.
Shawn
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