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I came across some more photos from last summer and thought I'd share.





This one was at our house last May. Matt and Meghan (our niece) were making homemade ice cream together.








How many men does it take to put together one swingset for one very spoiled (and adored) little girl? :) One Daddy, one Grandpa, and one Uncle!






And who can forget the look on Matt's face when we surprised him for his 30th birthday...two months early!? Priceless!!!!








The Smokey & the Bandit t-shirts were quite a hit! :)




This is how I like to remember us...and how I hope we will be again one day.

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christie arcuri said…
Hello Emily,

My name is Christie Arcuri. My boyfriend of 4 years suffered a massive right hemisphere stroke this January. In reading a few of your entries, I just sat here and cried. i think because it is a reflection of my life. We had just returned from a great trip to NewYork when Jim became ill....I now look at our pictures and wonder if that same man will ever be able to enjoy a vacation away from home. If he will ever hold me the way he once did. It makes me very sad to know he will never be the man he was, but i have hope we can become a better couple. To see a deeper meaning of love and to enjoy eachother. However, my heart breaks everytime seeing him this way.

Before I blubber on for hours.....Paulette from Penn medical gave us your information & I thank you for allowing me to read your personal thoughts. We are exploring the possibility of Quality Living and would appreicate any good or bad expierances you and Matt have had.

We live here in the Beaverdale neighborhood and just love it. I'm know you are anxious to have Matt home soon (I would be too) If there is anything we can do, please ask.

Thank-You,

Christie & Jim

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