This is my mom.
She was everything to me and sadly today, it appears to be nothing to me.
I mourned her loss 26 years ago and it still seems like yesterday. I am reminded of that loss with the passing of her best friend. Mrs. Ambrose (Betty) was 93. The last vestige of my youth is gone. I was a Cub Scout and more under their care. I will remember those days until I, like them, am gone and lost to memory.
This was my mom...
She had no reason to live after my father passed away the year previously.
She made everything in my life ok.
I became me because of her.
