Because of the current theme, I thought this might be an appropriate post. My sister, Norma, passed away on January 10th. She was three years older than me, and my idol when I was growing up. She married her husband, Butch, in her early twenties, and he was a brother to me. Yesterday, he went to join her. I don't think he could imagine living in this world without her. His broken heart just couldn't overcome and keep beating. Theirs was a great romance that overcame many obstacles, but never faltered.

This is a photo I took of them when they were dating in 1970 Norma Butch 1, and this was the last photo I ever took of them during a visit in 2007 (their daughter also in the photo). Norma Butch 2.

I don't want votes (this isn't intended to represent my work), and I know that neither of these photos is a technical coup. I hope you will forgive me if I just wanted to post this for emotional reasons.

Sara