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Simon died earlier today (yesterday, technically). What a very brave boy.
Below is a picture from December, 2001 at the time he was diagnosed with neuroblastoma. Having only met him in 2003 – 2004, I hadn’t known he’d ever had such wonderfully brown, wild curly hair (like the rest of his family). I love it.
Here is Simon’s Obituary and a
follow-up article from the Salt Lake Tribune.
Today was also my third, tenth and last wedding anniversary, depending on how you look at it.
I am not brave.
This is Miriam (forgive the camera phone picture – she is ever so much cuter than that – and less fuzzy). She is four and “three quarters” years old. She’s holding a sticky note upon which she learned in about two seconds to write my name. I’ve been acquainted with her family for a year or so now. Read about her family and her brother Simon. Therein lies the perspective.
Simon’s Place
