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We just passed the one year mark of my mother's passing, and as glad as I am that she isn't suffering anymore, I miss her so bad. She lived to be 85 years old, and weighed 65 pounds.

Still, so many things I need to tell her, I've thought of so many things that she would want to know about. Both of her best friends passed away within two months of her, and I know she would want to know, but she went first.

For that, I am thankful. She would have been crushed if she knew either one of them had passed on. Six months after she passed, her baby brother died. He was the youngest, and the only sibling she had left.

We all joke about them being up in Heaven, having coffee, and creating havoc. They were like peas in a pod. What one couldn't think of, the other's could, and did..

They all started failing about the same time, so they didn't see much of each other after that. Just as well, she would have had a broken heart to loose both of them two weeks apart.

She had a sense of humor, and you never knew what was going to come out of her mouth next. She also had a temper, she could be a little spit fire. We always told her that if she hadn't been so "mean" she never would have lived that long. She just laughed at us. She always said, she could still tan our hides, and she probably could have.

I was going through a box of old pictures, and I guess I never realized how pretty she was. She looked so young for so long, a lot of people thought she was one of daddy's kids. That use to upset him just a bit. But down deep, I think he loved having a young, pretty wife. Men like to crow, you know.

She had five children, The first one died shortly after birth. Then she had my two brothers. I was born three days after my dad went to war, so mom had three kids to raise by herself for 14 months. She did it. She said ,"You can do anything you set your mind to, when you have to." She went on to have my sister after my dad got home from the war. That's what kept her going.

When we lived on the ranch, she would go out in the yard with a shovel, and chop the head off of a rattler. When it came to her kids, she was fearless. There was a tornado coming across the field, I remember it so well, she put us kid's in the storm cellar, then she stood and watched it till it went back up into the sky. She always made sure we were all safe.

The old pictures brought back a lot of memories. She made my sister and I cute little dresses out of flour sacks. She was raised poor, so she knew how to make the best

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