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over from England, couldn't have been more than 18, beautiful child. So it's weeks from the birth of the baby and not a spell. She has been returned to her full health and there are no more signs of the mysterious ailment. Things had never been happier and both of their parents were staying at their home awaiting the newest member of the family.

The night came when the water broke and family all in the newly purchased mini van took off to the hospitol. He was born and named after his father and she was happy. She even said that he was a raindrop from heaven. They brought him home to shower him with love and give him the life that he so fully deserved of this combination. The night they got home everybody thought that she should rest and for the first time in months he makes her a cup of tea. She was a little depressed about the insistence of her husband for her not to breast feed. He said that breast fed boys did not grow up to be men.

As the little man seemed to grow and thrive his mother got sicker and sicker. Only she was so tired of being poked and prodded by doctors she decided that she just has spells and although he put up a fight with her he seemed content to let her make the choice. Then came the babies fourth birthday when she collapsed and had to be hospitolized. Still, nothing she is sent home wheel chair bound at this point and lived for three years in her pajamas watching her son play in the yard and then suddenly she was feeling better again but this was not to last she had a spurt of a year that she felt better. They thought of having another baby now that she was feeling better again. That was when the Doctor told them that there would be no babies. Seems that there had been damage done to her from something unknown but they would test to find out.

That was when she started feeling sick again. She was so grateful to have found a man that has so lovingly stayed by her side through sickness and in health. Always there with his raindrops from heaven. He even started baking her cookies to have with her tea.

It was three days before her 33rd birthday when she died. Of course he was her executor and had all of the power in the estate and her parents were good with it. He had been a good husband after all and was left with a very young son. She was quickly autopsied and cremated. There were all kinds of tests run. When the fax came into the small sheriffs office it was misplaced and never seen again. He decided to take her ashes and spread along the

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