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where her family members were

buried.

While my daughters and I cleaned

around the tombstones, my mother

continued to tell stories of each

person, and my wife kept the recorder

going. Once the grass was cleared

from the graves, we drove by the

university where my mother had gone

to school. With how much it had

changed, we were surprised how

many buildings she knew, and she

told stories about each one and the

events that happened there.

We stopped at the buffet, and

everyone overate—at least, I know I

did. My mother said she enjoyed the