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It wasn't until after she had died                                                             ­That they opened up their eyes                                                                   it was then that they realized                                                         ­         who  she really was inside                                                           ­    While  going through her things                                                           ­         old letters and diamond rings                                                            ­ she was  no longer  a  mystery                                               ­           she  became their history                                                          ­                        She had had so much to say                                                              ­        if  given the time of day                                                              ­                         They really had no clue                                                             ­                          of who they thought they knew                                                     She  had a  different life                                                             ­                            other than grandmother and wife                                                             ­        She  had hopes and she had dreams                                                           ­           so much was unforeseen                                                       ­        Pictures they had never seen                                                             ­                 of  all  the  places  she  had  been                                ­                                           Stories  they  would never hear                                                             ­           or  what she had done there                                                            ­            Letters written during the war                                                              ­         from boyfriends she had before                                                           ­      Scrapbooks of her past                                                             ­                       a  lifetime  gone by  too fast                                                             ­            With  tears and memories                                                         ­             They  knew that she would be                                                               ­    cherished  in every way                                                              ­            and  in their hearts she would stay
Cherish and respect the elderly in your family, they are wise and we can learn so much from them. They are your history.

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