By Dennis Edwards
Editorial Columnist
They were black as a raven in flight on a sunny, clear day, just like her hair. With a clarity that could rattle and fascinate in the same moment. Ellen Lorraine's eyes were like scalpels in the hands of a highly skilled surgeon. My mother used them with incisive precision to live fully in every moment, to see and signal her approval and disapproval of events, people and scenarios.
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