I feel like every day of my life was shared with my Mom. Even after I was married, I would talk to her every day on the phone. When my kids were sick, she would talk me through the night to keep me from panicking, When I was sad or in trouble she would tell me that it was just the way the cookie crumbled and I just needed to pick up the pieces and move on. She was always there for me and I had a chance to be there for her near the end of her life when we would go to Costco for our weekly outing. I picked her up on Friday nights to spend the weekend with me and Jeff and usually some of our kids. She had all the birthday and holiday dinners and made sure everyone was full and sleepy before we left. Whenever you left her house she would fill a grocery bag full of stuff from her pantry for you to take home. You never left empty handed. I only remember seeing her cry once. It was late into the night when dad was diagnosed with cancer and she was told he only had 6 to 9 months to live. He fooled them all though because he lasted another 12 years or so and she was there by his side all the way. She broke her back in a car accident and rehab'd her own way out of it. She was a tough lady but in her way she was tender and loving and cared deeply for her family. I've missed her ever since she had her strokes and couldn't talk anymore. Not talking to her at night on the phone before I go to bed is a huge hole in my life that is pretty hard to deal with. Good thing is, I know my mom loved Jesus and had accepted him as her personal savior and I know that she's looking into his beautiful face right now. I'll see her again someday. Kathy McElravy Christensen##imported-begin##Kathy Christensen##imported-end##