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Saturday Spirit: Death is the door by which we enter God's house
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share thisWhen our family home was sold, my brothers, sister and I found ourselves sifting through more than 60 years of memories that began with the marriage of our parents, Joseph W. and Mary P. "Mae" Kozlowski.
While our dad was well-known as a great acquirer of objects of all shapes and sizes, it turned out that our mother was a keeper of papers, bank statements and greeting cards of all types.
The cards that they sent each other for birthdays, wedding anniversaries and Valentine's Days were of a wide assortment and variety, but there was a consistency in the way they signed the cards that spanned the decades.
Dad would invariably sign his cards to Mother as "Your ever-loving husband." Mother's signature was inevitably, "As ever, Mae."
His cards stopped as Alzheimer's disease ate away at his once-brilliant mind. Hers ceased after his death in 1996. Now that our Mother has peacefully passed into the afterlife, one thought comes to mind.
Joe and Mae are together again, ever-loving as ever in the presence of God forever.
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Death is the door by which we enter God's house.
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