It was a letter, really a note, from Mom on Christmas. It was a single page in her beauttiful cursive. It was a thank you for the times throughout the year when she didn't think she could make it. She didn't have the strength to continue. She didn't have the wisdom to make decisions. There were times when she needed an ear to scream at, a shoulder to cry on, a sounding board. For all those times she said thank you. For all those times I was able to help her. For all those times, she was able to continue. For all those times, thank you.
Merry Christmas.
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