My mom was very special. All moms are in some way or another. A mom would have to work real hard to not be special in some small way. Mom could be special without working hard at it. In all my life I can really only remember getting into one argument with her. Don't get me wrong, she yelled a lot when I'd something wrong, but most of the time I knew I'd done it, why argue? Let her blow off her steam, apologize, fix it and we move on. She wasn't only my mom, but since my father passed away when I was very little, she was also my father figure and she was one of my best friends.
That's the mom I remember. Pre-cancer, pre-Fred's-family-drama, alive, happy and laughing. That's the Mom that will forever be in my heart and memory. I miss you Mom! I know, if God allows iPods, you're jammin' to Gladys Knight.