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Merry Christmas, Mom - Part Viii

You died and it's something that I don't like to remember. You won't be with me again on the 25th of December. Nine Christmases ago was the last Christmas that I spent with you. When it comes to your death, I wish I could say that it wasn't true. You were the most unselfish person I've ever known, you loved to share. You wanted me to be happy and it was wonderful to know how much you cared. You gave giant print Bibles to people while you lived. You were so very special because you loved to give. It's very sad because we can't be together on Christmas ever again. Merry Christmas, Mom, you must be having a ball up there in Heaven. [Dedicated to Agnes M. Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]

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