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In her final hours, my sister Teresa whispered the word poem to me. I didnt know what she meant, until now...A Poem dedicated to my beautiful sister Teresa (Clark) Dutton Dec. 15, 1951- Sept. 9, 2014 Teresa’s Garden; Heaven on Earth My devoted caring Godmother. Nurturing me like your garden… sunshine smiles and hugs flowing water unconditional love abundant nutrients full of visits, cards & gifts. Sending angels to me in your passing helping me with healing peace. Your precious love the most treasured gift intangible and forever. I am always your “Sweet Pea”. Rest in peace my dear sweet sister Teresa.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 18:34:30 +0000

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