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Inside her beautiful farmhouse, I glanced at all the memories she had gathered from her previous life. The many photos of her husband and their travels together; pictures of her reletives, both old and new; her carefully arranged and well cared for  knick-knacks and cute artifacts she had collected over the years. I smiled because they reminded me of things Mom wouldv'e done.


This  is a special lady, I told myself. She had a different life too, one she would never forget and always cherish in her heart. I didn't want her to forget . I only wanted to share her heart and her life, not be a replacement.

Parts of my past I would never forget nor wanted to. Especially memories of my parents. Life goes on and we must go on with it. The loving memories made us who we were.

Yes, it was sad to know that things wouldn't be the same. I would always miss my folks, close reletives like Uncle Henry, Aunt Sue and others. I would always miss Louie and my animal friends who were gone. And Holly would miss the people and pets who once made her life so special too.

They say when one door closes, another always opens. In time new people and pets would brighten our world. We would brighten each others' world.  No longer would we be lonely or forever sad. We both agreed our dearly departed loved ones  wouldn't want it any other way.