Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Strange . . . . .

Strange.  What does it mean to you?  Right now it’s having my mother pass away.  And not being able to see her for the last time.  Death happens to everyone – none of us gets out of here alive.  But I thought I’d see her one last time.  And now I feel very strange.  I miss you mom. 

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