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  • I have no memory of her. She died when I was 2 years, 9 months. I carry her with me, unconsciously though it may be. Took this photo off an 8mm film we had transferred to DVD years ago. She was a beauty.

    This is from a diary my dad kept for the first six years of my life:

    Wednesday June 10, 1954 - Our dearly beloved Mary, Daddy's & Robert's passed away. She had suffered so much these past three months never complaining. The past few days she was in a coma and could not see and speak, but could hear voices. What a tragedy for us.

    Fifty eight years ago this June 2012.

    I think you hear me, Mom.
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