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![]() Your birthday’s coming soon, and I just want you to know, that I miss you, my dear mother, and my heart just can’t let go. I know you’re sleeping with the angels, and know you’re now one too, I find myself wondering daily if I can really lead a life without you. My precious mother, my angel, how my heart aches. Do I really have the strength to do what it takes, to carry on without you and keep the vow made, or has my life become meaningless, only a charade? How do I speak to my angel now that she’s no longer here? Who do I turn to now to chase away the fear? Happy Birthday, Mom, you’ll always be in my heart. The memories we share are like a work of art. My angelic mother, please reserve a seat for me on that special cloud where I’ll one day be. God will hold you until then, of that I am sure. I only wish for the pain felt now, that there was a cure. ![]() ** #1256794 Not An Image **
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