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25 October 2011

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Mommy (not yours, but theirs)

Glad to make you cry? Laugh? Laugh cry?

Robin

Lauren,

Your writing embodies her beautifully. Typing this through tears. Well done.

Auntie diane

Lauren,
You crack me up. Had tears welling. Thanks so much for the memories.

Mommy (not yours, but theirs)

Auntie, glad my words can do her justice. All I have are snippets of moments of memories from too short a time with her. It's hard to know where the reality of her ended and where my childhood perceptions began. Though I clearly remember the nails.

auntie lina

Love this....yep, that was my mommy....

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