Today is the my Mom's b-day and she would have been 75 years old today. Which by most standards is still young. I miss her everyday and each day it gets a little easier but how much easier do I want it to be. I already can not remember her voice or much about her. It is horrible when you can not remember the simple things that made my mom my mom. I do not want to forget her but it gets harder the longer she has been gone.
Unable are the loved to die. For Love is immortality.
Emily Dickenson
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
from a headstone in Ireland
Unable are the loved to die. For Love is immortality.
Emily Dickenson
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
from a headstone in Ireland


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