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| Thursday, August 21, 2003 |
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Final word 
| | Mom passed away yesterday afternoon, surrounded by people who loved her, and could hardly imagine a world without her smile, her wit, her boundless love. |
| | She's in the credits for countless lives, and at the top of mine. |
| | These last two weeks were encores and curtain calls for Mom. In the last three days, when she could no longer speak, she stood on the stage and took in the applause, the gratitude, the love. |
| | My sister says "Love" was her last word. |
| | I'll never stop hearing it. |
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