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RE: My mother, my confidant

in Silver Bloggers23 days ago

Is it my imagination or did you bring out his smile? Even though she's gone, through those beautiful memories, she remains. It's the same for me, but with my deceased father: sometimes I think of telling him something and then I remember that he's gone. A hug, my friend

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My mother and I are very similar and it is something that I like, I would also love to have her character. That feeling of wanting to tell them things, it won't go away, it's something we get used to in that form of closeness we have with them. Greetings, friend