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Well, you leave me with tears, Jim. What an essay. I relate to so much of it, I guess, but especially now to the aging mother who dreams of going back to Newfoundland. As I enter my 75th year, I wonder how I will leave this earth., how my children and grandchildren will remember me. Somehow your essay touched a deep place. Thank you.

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My abiding sense, Mauri, is that our generation hasn't covered ourselves in glory, though we did some good things. Not sure how history will measure us. But most of us were good people, loved our family and friends, and turned out slightly misguided on bigger matters. It all just seems to slide by so fast, eh? You've done very well in life and appear to be having a long, grand time. Steady on, lady.

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A pleasing result of your beautiful essay is that it prompted me to think of my mom as well. It is a welcome blessing and I thank you for that.

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Remembering our moms is always a good thing, bro, no? Would have liked to have met yours.

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magnifdent piece... magnificent

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Many thanks, John.

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This is exactly why I’m a subscriber. You’re a painter, Jim.

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Thanks, Dave. I'm flattered and greatly appreciate you reading my stuff; especially glad that people like you know about my mom.

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What a beautiful essay! It gave us a marvelous glimpse into the strength and good heartedness of your mom – – and of the son she raised.

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Gracias, pal. She was a unique woman of uncommon strength and determination.

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What is there to say. So much love, so much pain, so many tears. ( including mine). Such a beautiful woman. Each time you write about your family I know them and love them even more. ♥️♥️

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Thanks so much, Linda, for your always kind thoughts.

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