She thought of this name in the midst of her newly found freedom, her starting over in life, the mother of my bestfriend, when I asked her what I should call her.
She was wonderful to me, treating me like I was one of her own and giving me her mother of the bride dress which I gladly wore to my school's prom.
She was tough in her own way, she knew when to fight and when to say, "I've had enough". I can only ever hope to have a morsel of the strength that she truly possessed.
In deepest loving memory.
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Thanks! That was beautiful! :-)
~ Wolf Lover Girl
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