Angie, Ericka, and Mary--- Remember all the good times you had with her, these times will make special memories. Your mom/Trudy is always with you and constantly watching over you. She loves you.

Almost seven years ago I lost my best-friend. The person that taught me most of what I know about the world. How to be a mom, a daughter, a friend. She taught me that family didn't have to mean blood, it just meant you were connected in the heart, and that when family needs you, you are there without question or hesitation. I never thought she wouldn't be here, to see HER boys play ball, graduate high school, get married, I never thought that the smallest things would become the biggest things that I missed. The daily phone calls from work to say hey whats for supper, do you want to go have lunch? when someone had pissed me off and I needed to calm down. taking Austin for a little while and bringing him back home jazzed on sugar cause thats what grannies do. I remember being so jealous that the boys always wanted her when it came to bath time, not knowing how much their giggles would come to mean to them and me. She pushed me to do the massage therapy, even though I cant do it now, I am glad she did. The last words I know my mom heard me say were " Mom, I did it I passed my massage test." You see I had to go take my test that morning before she passed, Dad heard me in the shower and came up to tell me things were not good, I knew then I think her time was almost over, and I was supposed to go to work after my test, I texted my boss told her what was up, went to the testing center, sat down in front of the monitor, took my test and at the end all it says is you passed, I exhaled and teared up, when I went out to the desk to get my paper that said I passed, the lady asked why I was crying, and I told her, " this was my moms idea, and she is dying, and I passed." the lady cried. I tried to go to work, my boss, my friends saw me in the back, crying, I collapsed on the floor, they told me to get the hell out of there and go be with my mom. I dont remember much of the rest of that day or the days after that, I was in too much shock. I know I had Donovan bring the boys and one at a time in my arms I took them in my arms, into her room so they could say goodbye, to this day I question if that was the right thing to do or not. I know at one point I punched the wall in anger and they thought I broke my hand, and I know when she was gone I pulled a chair up to her bed and held her hand and placed her arm over me and Dad told Scotty he had to get me out of there so they could move her body. I dont remember anything after that. I remember that my mom was/is loved but I didn't really know how much until her memorial, it was standing room only, I looked up from my reading to see all of those people there to honor my mom, and in that moment I knew just how many people she had touched. I can only hope to be half the person she was. Half the mother, half the wife. I will forever miss her, but I honor her by raising my boys, HER boys to be the best they can be, to cheer as loud as I can in the stands at baseball games, to let them know shes cheering too. I honor her by trying to be the best granddaughter I can be to her mom, the best-friend I can be to my friends like she taught me.
I love you Mom.

Trudy was a loving daughter, wife, mother and grandmother. She was good at making people smile. Ask her mom, Mary about how much she loved the carrots with the dill on it in the hospital!!! Trudy was around when people needed her. She left her family and friends way to early, but God must have had a plan. Hang on to your memories. She is with you always.