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| With all my love, Mom..... |
In the end what are the things that matter most?
How well did you love, how fully did you live?
How deeply did you learn to let go?
And remember: neither fire nor wind, birth nor death can erase our good deeds for all (including for your mom.)
Walk tall as the trees, live with dignity and pride. Be strong as the mountains, be gentle as the spring winds.
Keep the warmth of the summer sun in your heart. Be proud of your heritage: you can't hide from it. And the Lord will be always with you.
Love,
Mom...
YB
August 2006
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