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Mom, Easter is almost here and it is another one that I have not been with you. I look at your beautiful face and wonder what it would have been like to see you in person. I haven't had a single Easter with you since I was born and that is a long time. I think of you all the time. Know that I love you and always will. Love, Colleen 

My mother passed away when I was only 7 months old. I am now 55. She was only 22 and died of polio. It has been a lifelong journey into pain and sorrow for the loss of the woman who gave me birth. Not knowing what she was like has been like a stab in the heart. I miss her so. Some would wonder how you can miss someone you never knew, but it is easy. At least I have pictures. I was raised by her parents with my older brother and sister and I won't go into details that would be long and boring, but I was never told anything about her and my father was barely around. There are times I have such a deep hole inside of me that I know can only be filled by her. But that's not to happen. So one is expected to go on. Easier said than done.