Well, I survived this first Christmas...though...not without the all too familiar feeling of a tear running down my cheek. Christmas mornings are now going to involve a cold, quiet visit to a hill in the country where, between two cedar trees, a piece of my heart is buried.
Guess that's how life goes...it just does.
Now we need to engrave my mother's stone...I came up with...
An angel, who walked among us, watches over us still.
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