Sometimes it is right to share our wisdom and lead those we love to correct answers. Other times it is far wiser to stand quietly in the shadows, allowing someone dear to stumble upon her own answers. I am my mother's child. Her vision created me. Her dream manifested itself in me. Her hope molded me. Her love breathed life into me. I carry my mother's love with me always, like a precious keepsake kept close to my heart.
In Memory of:Awyetta Andranette Clark
1955-2002
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