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LETTERS YELLOWED WITH AGE I found the letters quite by accident as I was looking through an old chest. They were yellowed and had faded a bit but they were from the one I loved best. My mother's words written years ago, when she wrote just to pass the time in the nursing home, were full of love there in each and every single line. She told me how she spent her day and how good the nurses were being. She asked me how I was feeling, she was having some trouble seeing. She wrote about going out for ice cream when she was able to get out for a ride, of visiting with me and noticing the changes in the little town where she used to reside. Funny that she never complained at all about having to leave her beloved home. I paused in reading to brush away a tear making its way down my cheek alone. Some things will fade from memory but I'll keep her letters, read again each page. They're worth much more to me than gold, these letters that are yellowed with age. Countrymom 7/21/07
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