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Tell Me About Your Family," I Said. And So She Did. I Listened Intently As My Mother Went Through Each Branch Of The Tree. Years Later, After The Funeral, Maria Had Asked Me Questions About The Family - Who Was Related To Whom - And I Struggled. I Couldn't Remember. A Big Chunk Of Our History Had Been Buried With My Mother. You Should Never Let Your Past Disappear That Way.

But Our Eyes Are Different, What You See Ain't What I See.

Your Voice Will Come. We All Go Through The Same Thing. You Cannot Talk When You First Arrive." He Smiled. "it Helps You Listen.

I Give Myself A Good Cry If I Need It, But Then I Concentrate On All Good Things Still In My Life.

God Sings, We Hum Along, And There Are Many Melodies, But It's All One Song - One Same, Wonderful, Human Song.