I am thinking today of someone very special.
Someone who brought me into this world. Someone who took care of me when I was little. Someone who brought me comic books and jello and 7-Up and put a cold compress on my forehead when I was too sick to go to school. Someone who let me paint my room weird colors when I was a teenager and put up with my friends and our curious behavior when I was in college. Someone who watched Richard when Russell was born and treated my wife like a daughter.
Someone who dutifully laughed at all of my jokes, no matter how bad. Someone who always was in my corner and confident that things would work out well. Someone whose life has touched mine in more ways than I could ever hope to count.
Now her pain and discomfort have ended, and she has moved on. We will miss her.