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For my Precious Angel (Mom), Mom every burden that you bared for every sorrow, every care, there is a reason for every grief, you bowed your head. For every tear drop you shed, for every reason you hurt. For every plight, every lonely pain, you trusted in God to the fullness and it worked out for your good. Love your son, Haywood Tunstall