Easter

Last night, I hugged my Mom in a dream. She was thin and frail. But she looked strong, and she looked well. She cried when she saw me and I cried too, because it had been a long time.

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cranky1000

This "Nom de Plume" is on purpose. Don't be a jerk about trying to "out" me. This blog is a new blog. See first post: May 23, 2010 for why