These last two weeks have been a difficult time for me. I was told that my mother would not have much longer to live. I took my two youngest kids out of school and went up to see her on her last days. I came back home for a few days and then went to Nebraska with my husband for her funeral. I have been able to look back and reflect on some good memories of my mom. She was a sweet, tender-spirited person. She was able to be home with us kids as we were growing up. It is a good thing, because there was one time when I was playing hide and go seek and crawled in the dryer. I shut the dryer door and went round and round. She was home and came to my rescue. She never let me forget the time that I used easy-off oven cleaner to coat the pan to cook some eggs instead of PAM spray. They were both yellow cans and I didn't read the label. She made me feel so special when she knitted a red cape for me when I was a little girl. I felt like Little Red Riding Hood. She would read to us from an illustrated children's Bible. She had a deep faith in God that rubbed off on me. It is so nice to know where she is now.