The ramblings of an unremarkable, ordinary girl trying to make the best of life in her little corner of the world
Hugs to you. My mum was 53 when she died, they miss so much when they go so young.
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Do you remember my graduation day, Mum? Happy times before you become ill....
I miss you more with each passing year.
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Hugs to you. My mum was 53 when she died, they miss so much when they go so young.
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