� - � 2001-11-04 � 10:39 p.m. �
Let sleeping dogs lay... let mothers and grandmothers rest... Let there be peace heart and peace of soul...
One family more connected now than when there was life.... haunted by the things left undone...
odd how she knows everything... even when she's thousands of miles away... odd how she feels everything when she can't see the face...
Maybe she never sat on your bed, Mum, because she was afraid to be caring... maybe she never thanked you, Mum, because she didn't know how... Maybe she never showed she loved you, Mum, because love was harder for her than blame....
And it doean't matter when she does Mum... dead or alive.. in your dreams or not... you know now how she felt...
And she loves you Mum... even from her grave.
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