For the past, I don't know, five years or so my mom has been helping her friend Rhonda at the Silvana Fair. Mom's involvement steadily increased over the years... she was in training. You see, Rhonda had breast cancer and knew that her time would be limited. She deeply loved the fair and wanted to make sure that she could leave it in good hands. My mom wholeheartedly accepted the responsibilities. Dear Rhonda passed away last year, and this is the first year without her at the fair. I think its the same feeling whenever you lose someone; part of you is sad that they are gone and part of you expects them to come walking through the door... I keep listening to voices in the kitchen expecting to hear Rhonda's distinct laugh. So, so, so sad. Anyway... dma was kind enough to not only be my copilot for the drive up North, but he also helped us with setting up the fair. Thanks man!
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