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Susie Sunshine

(8-16-54 / United States)

The death of my mother I don't know if I will ever get over it


Losing your mother there are no words that can explain how you will feel. I know I can't explain how I feel losing my mother. There is a pain in my heart. That will neer go away. Today is her birthday. I lit a special candle in her honor. It is five years. I don't know if I will ever get over the death of my mother/ Written and Posted 10/21/09 In the memory of my mother Esther Ferber Klayton

Submitted: Wednesday, October 21, 2009

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