My mother

As my few readers know, my mother is very sick. She is dying. I can tell you she has been a great mom over these years. When I was growing up, she would pray for me and help me with things like homework, problems I was having at school and work, and issues with friends. When my friends, brother, and I slept in our tent in the back yard and snuck out at night to run the streets, and cause trouble, she rarely failed to catch us. She was the common sense source for me and often enabler of my lack of common sense. She was always there to bail me out of problems but never made me not learn from them and then be a better person. She kept with us despite our family issues - unruly kids and a husband who once drunbk too much alcohol. We all really respect her because she was and is a strong woman and one who would lead in the times of need, especially during my teen years. I thank her and love her.