Saturday, December 30, 2006
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The rose she gave me after the fact. Setting on my front proch the Sunday after her death. My heart was swelling with the grief inside but just as I got lost in this grief. I looked up and seen the most beautiful rose on the bush she had smelled of just day's before her death. It was like she said here mom this rose is for you I love you so much.
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