Today I wake with a little sadness. It is the 14th anniversary of my mother's death. I attended the Unitarian Easter service yesterday and the minister spoke of resurrection, life, death and this time of year. Spring always brings a melancholy sadness to my heart. The flowers bursting from the ground remind me of the flowers I laid on my mother's grave.

My mother is buried in a San Antonio, Texas cemetery. The last time I was there, laying my grandmother to rest in the ground just a few feet away from my mother, I noticed that Heloise (as in the columnist who penned Hints from Heloise) is buried in the same cemetery. Being a journalist I caught the funny epitaph that appeared on her headstone. It read...

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