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It will be four months tomorrow that my best-friend Arielle went home to God and I just now, finally gathered my strength to scrapbook a memorial page for her. I decided I wanted to include as many pictures as I could, but also journal the hard stuff. I came up with this LO with a little help from Scrapbooks Etc. magazine, the July 2008 issue with tips on effective double LO's. I mixed black and white with colour photos, which I thought looked very nice.

Journaling reads:

Some things in life aren't fair; they don't make sense and they certainly aren't controllable. You went home to God on Saturday, October 25th, 2008 - a young, talented, capable, strong, smart, beautiful woman and soldier. It wasn't fair or sensible at all. I still ask myself: Why you? When I found out what had happened to you, I didn't know what to think, say, or feel, and I still somewhat feel like that. I just couldn't believe I would never see you smile again. I would never hear you laugh again. I would never hear your crazy and hilarious sound effects again. You and I had so many good times growing up - attracting boys by building sand castles on the beach, running around inside dark schools pretending we were Charlie's Angels, singing ‘Les Poisson' with thick French accents, dressing up like we were Drag Queens with absolutely nowhere to go, generally pissing my Mom off, and so much more. You laughed constantly and were so much fun to be around - there was never a dull moment! You were a light in so many peoples' lives and you are missed more than you'll ever know by the rest of us left down here.

After you died we did a lot to honour your memory. You were given a beautiful, full-military funeral service in which Antoine, Nathan, Andrea, Tressa, Simon, and a few of your superiors spoke of you with pride. They all recalled the immense spirit you had, as well as what a ‘unique' sense of humour you had. The funeral procession from the church to the cemetery you rest in now was one of the most incredible things I have even seen. The military band played as we left the church. There were cars following us as far as the eye could see, and many officers directing traffic saluted through the entire procession. At your burial, you were honoured with a gun salute. The Canadian flag you were once so proud to represent was draped over your casket before it was folded with precision and given to your Mom. I will never forget that day, and I will never forget you, Arielle. I feel you around me all the time. Your presence is so strong sometimes that I can feel your arms around me, letting me know it's okay to cry and even talk to you. Thanks for always being there


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