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Sometimes there are no words. They are not necessary. I walked reluctantly into the same Funeral home yesterday. I slowly walked into the same 'viewing' room where I stood at the front in June. This time, it was she who stood where I had, and I who walked up to her...we hugged. Differently than others, perhaps. No words were necessary. Today, it was she, with her children in the front row, in the same church, with my children and I seated in row behind her. Again, no words needed.