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"you Marked The Minutes," The Old Man Said. "but Did You Use Them Wisely? To Be Still? To Cherish? To Be Grateful? To Lift And Be Lifted?"

Parents Rarely Let Go Of Their Children, So Children Let Go Of Them. They Move On. They Move Away.

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.

When You Look Into Your Mother’s Eyes, You Know That Is The Purest Love You Can Find On This Earth.

Belief, Hard Work, Love–you Have Those Things, You Can Do Anything.