Shared by Steve Roesler on February 19, 2014

The mom I needed. It never mattered to her we weren't really related. She was still mom Patchett and I was one of her boys. A shoulder to cry on, someone to pray with, a delicious meal when I was hungry, a quiet place to rest and escape. A thousand beautiful memories of a lovely, wonderful, caring person. Surely you'll be forever missed. steve.

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