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I want to celebrate you All through life, I forgot the day until I'm reminded by others but now that you're gone I remember the day each year without any help the day feels so empty so meaningful yet meaningless I want to surprise you with something special some bright flowers or a pretty piece of jewelery to visit you, or at least give you a call and wish you a happy birthday to hear your voice, and give you a hug to tell you how wonderful you are and just how great of a mother you are to go back to all those years that I forgot and let the day pass without meaning and to make sure that you knew just how much I appreciate you But now to go to your place of rest to see your name written there the words we picked that doesn't even begin to describe to sit on the dirt and weep bring some flowers that you'll never see or smell, that someone will clean up in a week or two brings me to the thought that, that might just bring some peace some closure some way to show you how much I care but I can't even do that, being miles and miles away though even if I was closer would I? I can be close to you as close as I can get now anywhere I am with but a thought Happy Birthday Mother
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
The day of your birth
I want to celebrate you All through life, I forgot the day until I'm reminded by others but now that you're gone I remember the day each year without any help the day feels so empty so meaningful yet meaningless I want to surprise you with something special some bright flowers or a pretty piece of jewelery to visit you, or at least give you a call and wish you a happy birthday to hear your voice, and give you a hug to tell you how wonderful you are and just how great of a mother you are to go back to all those years that I forgot and let the day pass without meaning and to make sure that you knew just how much I appreciate you But now to go to your place of rest to see your name written there the words we picked that doesn't even begin to describe to sit on the dirt and weep bring some flowers that you'll never see or smell, that someone will clean up in a week or two brings me to the thought that, that might just bring some peace some closure some way to show you how much I care but I can't even do that, being miles and miles away though even if I was closer would I? I can be close to you as close as I can get now anywhere I am with but a thought Happy Birthday Mother
joan-karcher
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
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