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I stood staring down at her headstone |
| I stood staring down at her headstone reading the inscriptions: "Beloved Mother and Grandmother" "An Inspiration to all." Memories from my childhood... her voice echoed through my mind joyous laughter and her favorite hymn Amazing Grace. Memories out of the past... the scent of roses hung in the air, I felt her presence, as the wind whispered comfort and dried my tears. |
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