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azzalea
16 years ago

Today we bury my mom. She died Thanksgiving night, after a lovely day spent with family and friends. A shock to us, but not totally unexpected. She was tired of the struggle of life, had been missing my dad for the past 25 years, and all she wanted was to join him.

This morning, when I got up, I glanced out one of my windows and saw 2 absolutely beautiful clouds--the color of good opals (one of her favorite stones). When I looked again, there was a distinct face in each cloud, they were drifting along, side by side (as mom and dad always were in life). Overwhelmed, I closed my eyes for a second, when I opened them, the faces were gone, the clouds were still moving along together, but becoming less defined. Just seconds later a song I haven't heard in years came on the radio--Tie a Yellow Ribbon. Remember the first line of that one? "I'm comin' home, I've done my time"....

So nice to know that mom and dad are together again, at last, for all time.

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