Missing you, Mom. Think of you most everyday but especially in February. I can barely cook a thing without remembering you letting me cook with you, or remembering something delicious you cooked. Recently, I was thinking about the times you made homemade French fries for eight using two extra large skillets at the same time. I think a lot about how you helped family when they were in need...with food (a slice of pizza a car seat), clothes, housing, money, or tackling government agencies. You were a natural at social work. I would say Rest In Peace, Mom, but it is hard to visualize you resting.