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  • You know, one thing I loved about my mom was how she changed over time. There are so many memories of her in different parts of her life that don't seem to gel with her later years. But because of that, she touched so many lives and kept us searching for our own 'perfect' selves.

    She was an amazingly protective sister. She was a rebellious daughter who just wanted everyone to love her. She was a wonderful cook who taught her children to be just as good (better if you count my brother Danny). She worried about us and tried hard to make sure we had everything we wanted. When I wanted to go to college, she and dad made it happen. She was proud of dad and loved to take us to where he was working. He became her best friend and gave all of us a taste of what true love can become with some really hard work.

    She was scared for us but rarely showed it until the end when she wanted to make sure dad wouldn't be alone, that my brother Danny was healing, that my sister Amy was taking care of herself, and that I had a good relationship with my kids. She told me many times over the few months before she left that she had tried to make sure everyone around her knew how to find the truth about life because she finally had.

    She was a true believer that finding God was an individual journey and she never wanted anyone to feel uncomfortable about voicing their opinion about their journey since communicating is how we learn about ourselves. She wasn't shy about what her beliefs were but she never put down others for where they were in life either. She forgave quickly and loved easily.

    I will have a huge hole in my heart but, when rationality returns, I will know that she was one of the best parts of me and that I need to stop being selfish and share her with the universe. She deserves nothing less.
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