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Dearest Family and Friends,
Don't cry over my grave, for I won't be there. You'll
find me as the aroma of salt-rising bread or maple
creme fills the air. I'll be in the sounds of
grandchildren's laughter or the squeak of a rocking
chair.
I'll be with you at the Thanksgiving table and at your
special Christmas gatherings. I'll be helping you
cook the Sunday feast and washing pots and
pans piled high in the air.
Mother's Day, September 24, October 15, July 2, and
many other special dates we'll share. In your sorrow
and tears, I will not be found: for I'll be with you
always, all the year 'round.
Love always,
Winifred, Mom, Grandma written in tribute by A. Henry 7-3-96 |
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