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November 22, 2008


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So your daddy, too, was the one who came when you were sick and put a newly dampened wet cloth on your burning head?

One Sick Mother

Yep. I'm a Daddy's girl. Mom died. We were raised by our Dad.


How old were you when your mother died? My hat's off to your dad for holding everything together.

One Sick Mother

I was young: Five years old. My Da was left with four girls between 10 years and 17 months old. It was not easy or fun for any of us, but what are you going to do?


Yikes! Poor daddy!

It seems like the carrolers need to change their tune to "Tis the season to be sickly" hehe ;D

Colds are iffy... I hope you get well soon.

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