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Oh, but called mother. I worry about the old girl. I shouldn't, in
one sense. She is most truly in God's hands than any concern of
mine. I... just hope life doesn't hurt, that she doesn't feel lonely,
that sort of thing. Even then, I can't do much, but pray, call, let her
know she is loved. We have had our bad times, and our good times.
These days, good times.
