John Updike put it, “the mystery of being is a permanent mystery.”
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| Evelyn RuthTrilling Milhender, young and gorgeous. |
It is my mother's anniversary of her passing. Three years since she blessed the earth with her wisdom, humor, and kindness.
Beautiful people come into our existence and leave our existence. Why are they here today and gone tomorrow? Why is their hatred in the universe? Why is there war? Why can we not all get along?
No simple answers.
I feel honored to have a wonderful, loving mother. I wish I could tell her how much I miss her. Oh, for just a quick mom hug...it would be luscious.
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