My heart aches and breaks... and tears come... and my heart breaks again. I see the pictures of "the sisters" and dad, or "the sisters" and mom, or "the sisters" and others. Are we still "the sisters" with one missing? Three weeks and still...

I called my sister, Kay, this afternoon... almost felt like I needed an excuse to call. But, the truth is I wanted to feel connected to something ... I was trying to see if the other sisters were as broken as I am. If they too were fine and then "not so fine"... and then shattered ...

I talked to my dad this afternoon, too. He wasn't feeling well, but he did take a minute to talk and ask how things were in Arkansas. Our call was concluded as quickly as it began.

I have called Michael Sampl a few times ... sometimes not much conversation between us... just tears. I am so glad Joanne "loved him best".