A Bella Mia Flowers

At last I’m in my other happy place. Boston’s north end cannolly time omg!!!
Marie and Marie were missing our other Marie Mastro 3 Marie’s nw 2 Marie’s

I look back at all my pictures with my mom and I go back like it’s just now happening. I can remember so vividly the moment. She had just met her grandsons for the first time they came from New Mexico

That family one was an Easter at nonnies

This lady right here is my person ….. I love her ….. I miss her…. Life is not life with her gone….. Ma can you hear me??where are you. Saddest thing in my life is not having my mom to tell me everything’s gonna be alright!!!! Xoxoxo ma I love you we will meet again one day. Hugs your favorite child Marie / La

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All white rose funeral wreath
A BELLA MIA FLOWERS
DES BY MARIE NOE
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A bella Mia flowers
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Wreath close to 6 dozen roses 15 stems hydrangea hypericum berries. Leather leaf bells of Ireland

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Cross of all white roses and queen Ann’s lace
Designs by Marie Noe

Gorgeous

People will start hating you when they cannot control you. The moment you break free from their invisible chains, you become a threat—a mirror reflecting the insecurity they’ve desperately tried to hide. Your independence is unsettling, a reminder that their influence was always an illusion. What was once admiration curdles into resentment, not because you’ve changed, but because you’ve escaped the confines of their control.

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Never argue with liars. You can't win because they believe their own lies with a conviction that borders

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