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This was the start of it all for me. I wrote this poem 09/10/01/2004; three hours after my sister Betty, who was one week away from her 64th birthday, died in my arms. She wasn't expected to die.
Three months later I was holding the poem which was mounted in a frame and I heard a female voice, not anyone's I could recognise, singing it. It has now been recorded.
https://www.opendrive.com/file/ODBfMTgyNzk3NTNfSmdPNkM
Oh how I miss her and oh how I value the precious memories of all our shared moments.