A matriarch. She fiercely loved her family. She crocheted beautifully. She enjoyed music. She listened. She laughed. She gave all she had to her own. She was a fighter and survivor. Her waters ran deep.
My MIL passed on early in the morning on July 4th. Her body was overtaken: riddled with cancer, worn out, and still. It was her day of release from oppression. A day to be at peace had come. I will miss you, Mom B.
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