Mom was a very special friend. She was accepting, loyal and eager to help out whenever needed. She would often share meals with her friends in the community and take them to Dr. Appointments or run errands for them when she could. She had a real gift of storytelling. She spoke mostly of the latest books she read, her travels, college life and her Grandchildren captivating all who would listen. One of the most important things she taught me was personal responsibility. After my dad passed away I struggled in school. I pleaded to go to the “alternate school” but she put her foot down and threatened me with boarding school. I soon straightened up and graduated high school and went on to college. She always believed in me and saw my potential even though I couldn’t. I continue to strive to be as patient and encouraging with my own family, but am afraid I sometimes fall short. Memories of holidays will hold a special place in my heart. One Christmas Eve when I was about six years old, she told us that we needed to show Santa what good care we took of our toys from the year before. This way he would know we were “good” and bring us more. Wende and I spent the day washing our dolls from head to toe. We hand washed their clothes and mom ironed them. We lined them up on the fireplace and displayed them proudly. Probably all of this was to get us out of her hair so that she could bake her famous cinnamon rolls. Whatever her reason, it taught us to appreciate the things we have. The last few days with her and my siblings were truly a gift. We spent time laughing, sharing stories and our memories. We all had a chance to say good bye and for this I am truly grateful. I am missing her terribly now but know that she is at peace and resting with God.