Excuse me if I'm clinging on to life, but my parents wove me from tight thread.

I see badly, I hear badly, and I feel bad, but everything's fine.

When I'm laid in my coffin, I want you to put a picture of my grandchild to the right of me and and a picture of my daughter to my left. That way they will be buried with me.

If you can’t do anything about it, don’t worry about it.

I'm not afraid of anything.

I've been forgotten by our Good Lord.

All babies are beautiful.