My mom made the best candy. She made peanut patties and fudge and cookies and puppy chow and brittles and breads and pies and pastries, and other things I can't even remember now. I was very picky as a child, and I probably missed out on a lot.
I worry about missing out on things all the time. I think I know why, but that's a thought for another day.
Today is my mom's birthday! I miss her so much, and I know I'm not the only one. She was one of those incredibly special people who just had a way of truly caring about and endearing herself to everyone she befriended. Deeply kind and patient, and talented at every task to which she set her hands, she was an amazing person. They say you can tell how a person was by how many people attend her funeral, and mom packed the house. It was full of people who had known her at all stages of her life, some of whom had driven helluva far to be there. Nearly everyone who shook my hand in comfort told me something about how special Jon was, or how she'd touched their lives.
I wasn't surprised. After all, I grew up watching her, hoping I'd make it to adulthood with half of her talents and class.
Here's to you, mom. May the beautiful lands you now roam inspire and enrich you eternally.
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