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Their light never truly fades. In the gentle glow against the night sky, feel their presence watching over you. A warm embrace when memories flood your heart. Some loves transcend time, illuminating our darkest moments with eternal connection.

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I’d trade the sun, I’d trade the skies, To see the love in a mother’s eyes. Her gentle touch, her calming grace, No one on earth could take her place. Her voice still whispers in the ear, Reminding us she’s always near. Though life moves on, her love remains, A shelter through the joy and pain. I wish the dreams we see could come true, No matter the price, no matter what we’d do. To bring back moments, to hold her tight, And feel her warmth just one more night.

In Loving Memory of My Mother It is one year since my beloved mother left this world, yet her presence continues to fill my heart and guide me in ways I cannot fully express. I recollect holding her warm hands while at her bedside after her stroke in the hospital. The warmth still fresh in my mind and I can feel it even now. My earliest memories of her are etched in warmth and unconditional love. I vividly recall being just 2 or 3 years old, sitting by her side as she lovingly fed me with her hands, my baby brother resting snugly on her hip. It was such a simple yet profound expression of her nurturing spirit—a love so deep, it became the foundation of my life. Throughout her 86 years, my mother’s care for us was unwavering. She had a way of making every moment feel significant, always sharing her food, asking if we’d eaten, and finding joy in our happiness. Her love was constant, her care unmatched, and her presence brought a sense of security that words can hardly describe. The vacuum she has left in my life is one I still struggle to fill. Every day, I miss her gentle voice, her kind hands, and her steadfast love. Yet, in the quiet moments of grief, I find strength in her Bible, which now rests beside my bed. Its words remind me of her faith, her wisdom, and the legacy of love she left behind. To my dear mother: Thank you for a lifetime of unconditional love, for teaching me what it means to give selflessly, and for being my constant source of comfort. You are forever in my heart, and I will carry your love with me until we meet again. Forever loved, forever missed. 💔❤️

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