My mother will (someday) in heaven exist, bursting with
generosity,
            touching the helpless below,
                                         putting home in their hearts.

Father; I am my father's child - so
like him in my ways.
       Stubborn, intelligent, logical, friendly
           ...a little silly sometimes.
Where I lack, I want to be:
                     he is:
       Respected, admired, solid, strong
           ...and always loved.

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