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Over the Moon

If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon. But you died and you were taken far too soon. You had to have a hysterectomy and your left leg amputated. You were in so much pain, it was something that I truly hated. My brother and I had to end your pain by taking you off the respirator. If I would've had a choice, I would've rather wrestled with an alligator. When you died, I came home and licked my wounds. If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon. [Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]

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Date: 3/20/2014 8:26:00 PM
Very touching Randy
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