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BOCCHINI, Cathy April 22, 1955 - Mar. 2, 2001 In loving memory of a mother and grandmother, who left us four years ago. My Mother is always with me, she's the whisper of the leaves as I walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods I remember, flowers I pick and perfume that she wore. She's the cool hand on my brow when I'm not feeling well, she's my breath in the air on a cold winter's day, she is the sound of the rain that lulls me to sleep and she is the colors of the rainbow. My Mom IS Christmas morning. My Mother lives inside my laughter, she's crystallized in every teardrop, she is the place I came from, my 1st home, and she's the map I follow with every step I take. She is my 1st love, my 1st friend and even my 1st enemy but nothing on earth can separate us, not time, not space, not even death. Missing you, Cathryn & Christian Published in the Windsor Star on 2/26/2005.