In Loving Memory Mary Lynn Stricklin Horton January 12, 1937-December 2, 1990 Let's just pretend, because it is your birthday, that the lump in your breast was a mosquito bite that disappeared in a few days and your life stayed normal, if normal can describe life. I will call you up and tell you to come by, the coffee is on and there is coconut cake. We'll talk about hair color and plants. You will be amazed at how the grandchildren have grown. We will speculate about Rosie's new man and how high the price of groceries will rise because of the early freeze. I will make you a copy of that quilt pattern you've been wanting. We will giggle at old stories: the time you broke your foot riding a bicycle, the leaves in the chicken stew. We will groan about our weight gain and I will say your boobs are as big as the moon. We will refuse to talk about cance
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