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Hard to believe just how fast time slips away.

Once again, my condolences to the family.

Thought I'd share this very moving epitaph I discovered along the way which I saved. It describes beautifully the preciousness of our mothers.

From what I understand the author is unknown.

Your Mother is always with you
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street
She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life
itself
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well
She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day
She's the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow
She is Christmas Morning
Your Mother lives inside your laughter
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with
every step you take
She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can
separate you, not time, not space, not even death.