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Mom, 1928-2007

My mother died Sunday night. It occurred to me then how frightening the world is when your mother is no longer alive.

My mother was a source of grace. She knew every song on the radio and could sing it, well. She knew almost every correct answer on the TV game shows.

I could never stump my mom on a definition or a spelling of a word. She had an incredible capacity for language.

My mom and I didn’t always agree or see eye-to-eye, but I always knew that she loved me, no matter what. That is an important gift.

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