My mother hated flies I remember she would get so mad when there was just one fly in her house she would chase that fly throughout the house into every room it was not the flu I was playing games with her and my mother was determined that she was going to get it she would go up under beds closet stand on top of shelves just to get that one fly calling it everything that she could think of I would laugh so hard at her that's just a memory that popped into my head

My mother's life is not always an easy one all I've ever heard is stories from when she was a child and a lot of them were not so good she had a mind of her own she was hard headed and very very stubborn as she grew up the stubbornness stayed with her I really don't want to post anything negative but all I can say is it she did the best that she could with what she knew how to do I miss and love her very much one day the truth will come out to why she just came up missing Without a Trace and the animal that took her from us will pay dearly