Jeanine, Your sons still think of you and struggle to fill the hole in their lives left by you. I am grieved that you are not here to see your grandchildren grow and sometimes flash your smile. They are pretty like you and are wonderfully cared for by their father. Till next time.
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Terry Francina Martina Arvella Whorton
Jeanine, Your sons still think of you and struggle to fill the hole in their lives left by you. I am grieved that you are not here to see your grandchildren grow and sometimes flash your smile. They are pretty like you and are wonderfully cared for by their father. Till next time.