Dear Kathy
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Dear Kathy is a journal I write in everyday, writing to Kathy. Kathy died of terminal cancer a few weeks ago. She is the closest thing to a mother that i've had. This is me telling her about my daily life, my struggles, my thoughts, and my feelings. I hope you all enjoy
Rest In Paradise Mama
Kathleen Ann Post
July 26, 1960 - April 14, 2015
Forever in My Heart.
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