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Unapologetic words to my dead Mom
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Like My Mother
She was so much more than I’ve allowed myself to remember. Death is a great mystery – the ultimate hurt or the most welcome redemption. Hers fragmented my heart, the wound obliterating it from merely broken to irreplaceably shattered; for ten years now, the hurt left in the wake of her final days formed the…
