My mom who was a strong, hard working, helping people was her best area. She loved her grandchildren with all of herself, and she fought hard to stay here more thank anything. I am writing this at this time because it is the time of year she passed away, and she loved Christmas! She volunteered in her town to find Christmas gifts for families that could never have the money to give a present for their children. She had everything organized and the Social Workers made sure they were getting what was appropriate for the age of the children. One store, (my mom had her first job at the age of 16) helping with donations of toys, had Christmas trees, but unfortunately they had donated so much already they would not go that far. This was unacceptable to my mom that she went and her former boss was still there after all those years, and after a nice cup of coffee and chat, they donated a tree to a family who had a terrible life's trauma,and even with the toys, coats and gloves, they had no tree to put them under, but never said a word, only how appreciative they were for all they received. Then my mom with a Social Worker took the mom aside to tell the children that Santa Clause sent them a tree early so he would have one to put their presents under on Christmas Eve. My mom cried, told me how it all happened, and told me she had to lay down. Same time the following year the mom of the family came to tell and thank my mom for all that happened, found out she passed away 2 week prior. I receive a note that the Social Worker sent to me from the mom letting me know how terrible she felt and wished she could have helped us, I sent her a note letting her know how the tree was donated, and that made my mother more than happy, and she knew she was sick and not live for the that following year, and I let her know my mother died happy to give these children what she was able to do for me all of my life, and then her two granddaughters! Be at peace, mommy. Be happy to have no more pain, and know your family will always have the stories of how you got the gifts every year. Love, your daughter.

Mom, you showed me a way to live with strength and not to stop a path until I had finished it to the end. If you did not show me how, I couldn't get to the path with the fork in the road, and, of course, I chose the bumpiest road and accomplished so much more than expected. As I let your spirit go, I pray it is at peace. I love you forever, MR

I love and miss you granny!