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40 days after…

if roses grow in Heaven, LORD please pick a bunch for me, place them in my Mother’s arms & tell her they’re from me. tell her I love her & miss her, & when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek & hold her for awhile. because remembering her is easy, I do it everyday, but there’s an ache within my heart that will never go away

 

miss you, Mom...

miss you, Mom…

hope you like the flower Mama

hope you like the flower Mama

miss her so much

miss her so much

both of us

both of us

 

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