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I have my photographs of my parents on my wall. They both lived to their nineties and I took care of them both. I miss my mother who was always there to listen to me. I miss my dad for his sense of humour. I find comfort in the fact that some of their qualities are in me and sometimes I might say or do something and it would dawn on me that it was either my mum or dad that is in part of my personality. So really, they are still with me in this way.