They Chose My Headstone — But I Wrote My Own Legacy
At 74, my own children saw me as a sweet old lady with one foot in the grave. I gave them everything — love, support, education, holidays, scraped knees and late-night talks. But after my husband died and they moved on with their lives, I became little more than a name on a birthday card….
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