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{Size 5}{c: violet}She has gone, in an instant.
What is time where grief comes, and the dawn heralds a day where you are not here? You laughed last night were warm and full of life and now are merely an urn of ash except for our memories that defy death itself. Vibrant soul, that sailed through life, intrepid, bold facing her fears and joys equally bringing her sense of life to all touching each soul-- oh, where did you go? Are you with our dad who maybe finally learned to dance? Wherever you are, we miss you wishing you were here-- this house is empty of you though we are here we three, together each in our own memory. You stand with us despite your going our hearts have you and we will never forget. We love you, mom. In memory of my mom, who died suddenly and left so may who loved her--Mom, you are missed, and we love you still. Peace, Ree Lannes{c/}
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