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There is so much I want to say, but I don't want to get sad. My father visits my mother every Saturday and brings her three roses; a white for purity, a yellow for friendship, and a red for love. They were married two weeks short of 60 years.
I was very lucky to have such a kind, smart, loving, no-nonsense mother. I miss her very much. We all do.

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