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May 14, 2006 16:42

My mother is a beautiful, strong woman who has done everything in her power to make me happy. Ever since I can remember she was my biggest fan, and my biggest critic. My dad always said that she spoiled me since I was her baby boy, her only son, but mom never cared or ever listened; I always came first. I used to hate my father, or 'Douglas' since I'd just call him that whenever I got pissed at him, because he made her so angry and so sad each time they argued, and no matter how hard I'd try to make her happy I couldn't. Douglas was always gone, always working, and she had to stay home to deal with me - the biggest headache of her life how Douglas would sometimes claim, but she never complained. Instead she said I was her biggest pride. I think I changed that the few times I got arrested and I caused real havoc for her and the family, but she claims that nothing can ever change the love she has for me. I didn't believe her at the time, but now that I'm a father I know what she means. My children might make mistakes, and they might...yell at me more times than I'd really like, but I don't love them any less.

I think when I'm gone she'll be one of the few who'll really miss me. Each time I'm sick she's always there, never wanting to leave me alone. She's the best mother-in-law to my wife, and she's the best grandmother a child can ask for. And, of course, she's the best mother I could have ever hoped for. She's kind, compassionate, and so strong...I can only hope that, in my absence, she'll help Heather with my children. With both of them raising them...I know they'll be alright.

I love you, Mom. You're in the kitchen, talking about some recipe with Heather and the girls that you just tried during the week with your beautiful great granddaughter - my granddaughter - and...I love you.

Happy Mother's Day.

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