Yesterday was the fourth anniversary of the day my Mother died. She was sweet and kind to the end. Her memory failed her, but never her manners.
She loved her family. Although she couldn't remember all of them in the last few months of her life, she still loved them all.
Woe be to anyone who crossed any member of her family. She could hold a grudge for years.
But she could also forgive any family member almost anything.
She was my best friend for many years.
I still miss her.