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Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Original post made on Jun 20, 2007

Today I had to take a deep breath. One of many I've taken since the winter of 2002 to try not to cry. This day in particular I was standing at a makeup counter in Nordstrom picking out lipstick, when I selected a tube that was my mother's favorite color - a frosty pink gloss that became her trademark. Every time I go shopping, I'm always drawn to the familiar shade - my makeup drawer full of varying shades of the same pink hue.

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Posted by Jan Ochoa
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on Jun 20, 2007 at 8:45 pm

Thank you for your beautifully written tribute to your mother, father and the wonderful childhood they provided for you.I too have lost love ones and I don't think the pain ever goes away. It is always there right below the surface. We regroup and carry on our lives but the things that trigger the pain are the things we remember about them so fondly and miss so dearly, like your mother's pink lipstick. We are truly the lucky ones though, to have been loved by such special people. To have had the experiences that provide the rich memories that we'll always cherish.