I believe that it's a good thing to remember people you love no matter what the date. But sometimes dates just stay with you. I will never forget that April 21, 1970 is the day that my mother died. She had her weaknesses and her shortcomings, but what I remember most of her is her intelligence and strength, and that she loved us.
If I could be granted one wish it would be that she could come back for even a day or two. Wouldn't that just be the best use of a wish ever?
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