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Inside: ah! ah! beautiful is the mother | ||||
Mother died on the Ides of March. This is her, or this is Mary. Family and friends were especially important in this difficult year. My father declared that he would not celebrate Christmas without her, but my sister and I vetoed his declaration. Susan brought him to Chicago, where we celebrated mainly by doing things we enjoyed that were not Mother's cup of tea, like attending the symphony. Susan has come to Chicago at Christmas every year since. |
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