My mother died on September 14, 1994. Twelve years ago. It doesn’t seem that long. I still miss her. I can talk to her anytime I want because I’m a channel. But, I still miss her. I know that she’s in a better place. Well, a different place. I know that she likes it. I know that she’s fine. I know it’s okay. But, I still miss her.
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