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Opening the title page
of a book he had given me years ago for my birthday, handwritten words I didn’t remember. We had said our final goodbyes so long ago, I could only assume that a love letter, newly written had traveled through time to me. “I knew you would be even more wonderful at 60 than you were when you were 20. Love, Love, Love, Forever.” So we are still connected through words and memories… This much I have learned-- nothing is final, even goodbye.
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AuthorBetty Farber lives in New York City. She is a great-grandmother of six. Archives
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