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IT'S been a fairly normal week with, thankfully, not too many clouds on the horizon. When the children were young, I always imagined this time of my life would be totally problem-free. I had visions of myself as a snowy-haired grandmother walking through my immaculate garden carrying a trug to pick a bunch of immaculate sweet peas and roses.
I would ruffle my grandchildren's hair and impart great words of wisdom that would shape their lives. I would live without a care until the day came when I died in my own bed, covered with snow- white linen sheets.See the full content of this document
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Dorinda Mc Cann: I've Concluded the Reason I Am Always As Stressed As a Harp String Is That I Am Always Wanting
I would slip away surrounded by my family and friends who would say things like, 'How wonderful to live to such a great age'.
Of course, the last bit may yet ...See the full content of this document
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