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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Everything In Its Place

I was in Mom's condo today, continuing some of the clean up. The size of the empty space she used to fill began to hit me. And all this stuff left behind, added together, doesn't approach the size of the woman who lived among it.
I was amazed at the funeral that she fit into such a small pine box, she of the giant personality. Well, the personality wasn't there, of course. Many of her "girls" wrote to us of the image that Mom was teaching the angels to tap. My certainty was that, in one form or another, she is now with my father where she belongs.

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