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My Mom was always writing or drawing, even while in the hospital before she died she wrote about her experiences or who came. She drew a picture of some of the flowers she got for her birthday while in there,on whatever she could find to use to write on or draw on. She seemed to need an outlet for her feelings, her thoguhts and emtions. Although she would never have put it that way. It is strange to me that she did not see herself as creative.
I would give anything if she were still here. I miss her so.
