Death is not a certain end. I lost my mother when I was four. I believe our love one watching us from somewhere . While I grove up every night at the same time I saw a same dream. My mother stood beside my bed with wonderful smile in her face and floral dress on. She gave me strength to cary on. Not afraid of anything.
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I think it was not a dream for you either. I think she was there for real, holding your hand!
<3 <3
Much love.
xxx
Snekky