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Jan 26, 2006 22:56

Friday the 13th. I knew something bad happened, but didn't find out till today.
So here's to being humbled again. This time by the way her son was so mournful of her death. Age couldn't take away her sass, or her desire to do things for herself. It didn't stop her from trying to fix me snacks, or keep her from sometimes getting stuck in moments from her past. 95 years old doesn't make up for the fact that she was a mother, and loved by many. I won't forget the days I spent with her. 6 hours a day, 5 days a week for nine months. And I never once visited her after I quit taking care of her. I regret that. But I know she wouldnt' remember my face. Although I know she became accustomed to our routines, and having me with her daily.
You are finally in peace.
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