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To: Jack Colton who wrote (39596)	3/1/1999 11:10:00 PM
From: E'Lane	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 50264

{{{Jack}}} Glad you popped it with the "warm fuzzies"! Thanks! Enjoy the rest of your week! E!

To: Jack Colton who wrote (39596)	3/2/1999 8:13:00 AM
From: William Brotherson	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 50264

Jack, Great poem, Is the Penny Arcade still open up the hill? Lived in Old Colorado City for a lot of years. Wife from Manitou Springs, sister still lives there. Have a great day today!!! wb

To: Jack Colton who wrote (39596)	3/2/1999 8:27:00 AM
From: William Brotherson	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 50264

Good Morning Everyone!! Todays story goes along with Jack's poem, in the end, when the final tally comes, there will be only one thing worth counting about our lives. The naysayers of the world, the creep that cut you off in traffic, the waitress who ignored you, will not even be remembered!! All I Remember One day, while I was lying on a massage table in a dark, quiet room waiting for an appointment, a wave of longing swept over me. I checked to make sure I was awake and not dreaming, and I saw that I was as far removed from a dreamy state as one could possibly be. Each thought I had was like a drop of water disturbing a still pond, and I marveled at the peacefulness of each passing moment. Suddenly my mother's face appeared - my mother, as she had been before Alzheimer's disease had stripped her of her mind, her humanity, and 50 pounds. Her magnificent silver hair crowned her sweet face. She was so real and so close I felt I could reach out and touch her. I even smelled the fragrance of Joy, her favorite perfume. She seemed to be waiting and did not speak. I said, "Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry that you had to suffer with that horrible disease." She tipped her head slightly to one side, as though to acknowledge what I had said about her suffering. Then she smiled - a beautiful smile - and said very distinctly, "But all I remember is love." And she disappeared. I began to shiver in a room gone suddenly cold, and I knew in my bones that the love we give and receive is all that matters and is all that is remembered. Suffering disappears; love remains. Her words are the most important I have ever heard, and that moment is forever engraved on my heart. By Bobbie Probstein wb