She was born Betty Jane Smith,, she was one of 5 in her family,, the smallest one of them all, but so strong in many ways,, she once told me that when she was young she would laugh so hard that she would lose her breath, Mom always thought that she as not good enough, that she as the black sheep of the family, we came to fine out that their Dad told every child that they where the black sheep! he was not a loving father nor grandfather,I remember when i was in 11 grade that want a pair of shoes that everyone was wearing, at that time that cost 32 dollars, and at that time , that is what she made a week, but she got them for me, when we got home I put them on right away ,, she was sitting on the couch and when i looked over at her shoes she still had on a, and on the sole of her shoe was a hole!
That was the kind of Mother that I had, we had she did not! and I will never forget that shoe with a hole in the sole.
My world changed for ever the day that a man from Texas killed my Mom,not a day goes by with out me thinking of her, she is missed so deeply