I remember December 8, 2011, like it was yesterday. It was the sad day my mother, Betty Duncan, passed from this earth to the gates of Heaven where she would suffer no more. I was 58 when I lost her. She lost her mother when she was only 14 as my grandmother was 45 when she had my mom. Unbelievable how grandma Waddell had three children, all girls, each approximately 10 years apart. My only cousin, Jacqueline, was a year younger than my mother so they grew up together like sisters. Mother's parents died 20 years before I was born so I hardly knew my mother's side of the family. But one day when my journey on this earth is done, I will get to meet the grandparents I missed out on. Rest in peace, mother, till we meet again. I do, however, see you every time I look in the mirror! And it feels like you're looking right back at me!!!