Everyday, Anytime of the day, I think of my beautiful daughter that I miss so very much. I listen to songs on the radio as I travel down the streets of Fresno, California and each time there it is. I remember something she did, something she said, that reminds me of her in each song I listen to. Before long I have tears flowing down my cheeks. As I wipe them away, my granddaughter who is with me turns to me and tells me, "Grandma, you must be thinking of Auntie again, huh." She knows as well as the rest of my family that I have suffered the most profound loss of all, the loss of my daughter.
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