Memories my aunt left behind

Memories my aunt left behind

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This book is dedicated to the love of my life, my motivator, my peace maker, my second mom... My Aunt. Auntie you might be gone through flesh but your memories will forever linger in the hearts of your grand nieces and nephews. We love you Auntie. Continue to take your much needed rest and remember that i'll never forget you. While creating this book I also loss another Aunt on the 27th of January, 2017. 5 months after losing my Grand Aunt. Rest in peace Auntie Carolyn. The world will never be the same without you guys. 7/9/16 ❤️ S.B.R 1-27-17 ❤️ C.G you're not here with me but your memories will live through me. In the words of Whitney Houston, I will always love you!
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