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To your Mum and Dad k 
My Mother passed away a few years back, same age
very similar circumstances.
What more can we ask for after our time here,
but such a dignified departure after a long a
fulfilling life.
My Mother passed away a few years back, same age
very similar circumstances.
What more can we ask for after our time here,
but such a dignified departure after a long a
fulfilling life.
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I am so glad to hear that you have many happy memories of your mum, and that she passed away peacefully in her sleep and didn't suffer.........
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sorry to hear about your great loss! 
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I'm so sorry for your loss...
RIP...
RIP...
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I'm very sorry. I lost my precious mom in December of 2005. I still miss her very deeply.
I just received the following exerpt in an email & thought it was so ironic, I had to post it for you.
Your Mother is always with you!
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every
tear drop. A mother shows every emotion... happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow... and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you
follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death!
I just received the following exerpt in an email & thought it was so ironic, I had to post it for you.
Your Mother is always with you!
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every
tear drop. A mother shows every emotion... happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow... and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you
follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death!
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She passed away peacefully in sleep Sunday night. She was 85, still fully lucid, still bossy as ever, still the mum I knew.
In life, she had the incredible capacity of rubbing me off the wrong way within half an hour of being in each others company, but she remained to the end, my mum.
And now that she is finally at peace with dad, as she always wanted to be, I can look back..........and it suddenly dawns on me.
My father passed away a couple of years back at 89. My mum, 85. Both of them enjoyed the gift of life to the very end. And with all the differences that may have evolved over the years, of one thing I am now sure.
My father gave me dignity. The balance of right and wrong.
My mum gave me pride. She thought me to hold my head high.
Together they gave me that which I am today. For which I am eternally grateful.
So in remembrance of their passing away, I raise my glass and propose a toast.......
Here's to life....with grateful thanks to both my parents.
Hi Kurzita
I raise my glass with you....
To you, your mum and your dad...