As I sit here in your sitting room, I am speechless. The echos off the walls are deafening even in the silence. I can almost hear my beating heart as I wait for you to walk through the doorway. But you are not here. The transcending spirit and presence hangs heavy on our hearts. Nothing is clear anymore. How does life go on, when all our worlds have stopped? A life so precious and whole, it seemed surreal.
To the four corners of the universe you walked, leaving your footprint on the soil. How lucky the earth has been. With every step you impressed your gracious favor. Scholar with helping hands and mother to all by virtue - your guidance and generosity illuminates us still. Always watch over us. Remind us to use proper grammar or just the right ingredient. Enable us to become a fraction of the human being you were. Guide our hands and our hearts, as we become mothers and fathers over the years. Look upon us throughout our lives as we hope to make you proud all the days of our lives.
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