Life can be so unfair and full of terrible questions, like why does a mother die when she is in the prime of her life? I don't know the answer, and it is heartbreaking that some kids face that question. And yet, I am awed by the human spirit, and how people can and do go on in spite of such unspeakable loss. Life is wild and unpredictable, and yet it is beautiful and tender -- the curve of a baby's foot, a dew-covered spider's web, a single rosebud, the memory of a mother's embrace. May you find beauty, and comfort in that beauty, wherever life takes you. Peace Be with You.
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