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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Sometimes I remind myself of .....
Sometimes when I laugh... I can 'hear' Tommy or sometimes if I cough I can hear my Mom. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I can 'see' Mom. I can look at my hands and see my Mom's hands and also, alittle like my Aunt Peggy's hands. I can hear myself sometimes and I can hear my Dad. I can look at my eyes and see his, also. It's strange how one can see and hear others who are only memories now... once they were as real as you and I. I miss all the people I loved.