My mother  like every mother should be her children's rock.She was not only that but my best friend. She was a loving person inside and out! She never met a stranger,she loved everyone the same. Her grandchildren were her world. She was the glue that held us together. When she left,she took a huge part of us with her and everyone that had the honor of knowing Kim. There wasn't anything she couldn't do,or at least attempt. She carried tools in her purse,in case something needed fixed. She was the type of person you wanted to be,to know,or have more people like her. God broke the mold with her. She wasn't perfect,but she wasn't far from it.