The misty morning drizzling rain seemed perfect for my talk with you and with you son... my visit with him washed away the troubles of my broken soul..... for today ..... I think we needed to see each other -- to share memories of you --- to laugh -- to look at pictures --- to talk about everything --- seeing him is like looking at you -- He is the kind hearted soul that you were --- You would be so proud of him......
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