We lost our Mother last week...
it was a tough week for us.
Life was good...
I saw robins in the spring...
watched a shooting star or two...
enjoyed the snows of winter,
walked under a harvest moon...
and stood a time or two on top of a high hill
and watched the flickering lights of a town.
My Mother enjoyed life,
every day was a new challenge for her.
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
~ Walt Whitman
~b
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