Sunday, October 01, 2006
In Loving Memory of my dear MOTHER.
Gone but still with us. I will try to make you proud of me in all I do.
I dreamed I died. I saw the faces of those who mourned my passing. Yours was not among them, which made me sweat blood.
In Loving Memory of my dear MOTHER.
Gone but still with us. I will try to make you proud of me in all I do.
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