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Hey Ma


The very day mom died, I had to talk with the Indiana Organ Procurement Organization about organ donation. A couple of months later I was asked to write this ad for the Minority Donation Education Alliance. They used my mom in some of their ads for minority organ donations. It was a very hard thing to write but was very happy to help.
Charlotte and Ronald - The Parents
They are me.





Ma,


You came to mind when talking with a friend today. You came to mind when I had to make some decisions about my future. You came to mind when thinking about the Kid.

I love you my Diva, my love....."ol' lady".

I see you when I look in the mirror. I hear you when I speak powerful words. I feel you daily.

Thank you for giving me the gift of life by giving birth to me and thank you for my strength in your transition to the other side. You showed me so much love and faith by leaving me for this short time. Thank you for believing in me as you always have. You are missed. We show our love in our "hearts". My wrist, brother's arm, the Kids back, the cousin's chest.....we honor you with our black hearts....as the one you wore daily. You proved to me there was such a thing as LOVING hard.

I just wanna say I love you. I love you mom. I live to hear your laugh and awful jokes once again.

The Oldest....

Rhonda



Charlotte's favorite singer - The Divine Sarah Vaughn


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