My mom's eulogy
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Last published Sat, Sep 22, 2018
My mom, an elementary school art teacher, passed away at 11:50 am (est) on September 13, 2018 after chest pains, sweat, and feeling faint before being rushed to the hospital where she died.
My whole family is devastated. My mom was only fifty. I'm only fifteen, my younger brothers, Mark, Andrew, and Scott, are only fourteen, twelve, and eleven.
I'm posting this here because it has a message that I think everyone in the world should hear.
I love you Mom. This is for you. I'm sorry I didn't show that I loved you more when you were still with us. ❤️
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