it is time to give it back the little blue keyboard with the colourful keys that my little man called starbursts he had named each key after a member of our family when he was really little this one is baba, this one is mama, this one is… my girls had played with it…
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She is in Heaven now, Mama She is. Oh, yes. Did she fly to Heaven, Mama? They try to picture it in their minds… She had cancer, Mama, and we prayed for her every single day, and she died. Oh, this was a hard season. We love this family. She died. But, that doesn’t mean…
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I wish I had been there. I wish I could have been there to see him when he was young, talk to him, see his mother – see his mother, my grandmother. She died when she was only 27 years old. He was only 6. I have been spending some precious time listening to my…
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