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Easy to be blind then see the real world?

I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know freedom.

A wise person ensure they take the good road.

We must forgive ourselves before seeking forgiveness from God.

Looking back in time. We realize we had a good life.

Old memories become better with time.

Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return.

Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life.

Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.

Good days become sweet dreams with time.