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Ina Mae

Ina Mae

She was 79 years old when she passed away.
She was my aunt and her name was Ina Mae.
When a relative passes away, it's always sad.
Ina Mae was the only blood aunt that I had.

She was special and she was Mom's only sister.
Many people loved her and many will miss her.
She was a wonderful lady and a loving mother.
She had a bond with her five kids who loved her.

She was a human being who can never be replaced.
She and Mom are in Heaven which is a better place.
When she died in 2017, it was bleak.
Ina Mae was both special and unique.

[Dedicated to Ina Mae Dooley (1937-2017) who died on February 24, 2017.]

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Dean Kuch

I'm very sorry to learn of your family's loss, Randy.
You have my deepest condolences, even though this occurred some time ago.
Time heals all wounds but some wounds take more time to heal.
Your tribute to her memory was beautifully penned.
RIP, dear Ina Mae...
~Dean Kuch

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Dean Kuch

I'm very sorry to learn of your family's loss, Randy.
You have my deepest condolences, even though this occurred some time ago.
Time heals all wounds but some wounds take more time to heal.
Your tribute to her memory was beautifully penned.
RIP, dear Ina Mae...
~Dean Kuch

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