DrumsAndBeer
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Last week my mother unexpectedly passed away at the very young age of 68. And a "young" 68 she was. She loved life, family and friends to the fullest. She was an avid gardener, loved cooking, cleaning her house (seriously), she adored baseball (she was a SF Giants season ticket holder since the early 80's), and she loved donating several hours of her time each week to the local Ronald McDonald House.
Most of all, despite coming from a broken home, my mother was the best parent that a kid could hope for and she raised us the best she could. I wish I had words to describe how much she meant to me, my siblings, my father, her three grandchildren and the rest of her extended family but the words escape me. I wasn't sure about posting this here, but now that I have started typing I found that it's therapeutic for me to write these words and I realize in doing so that I have just barely scraped the surface of the grief I am experiencing.
Anyway, thanks for listening friends.
Here's to brighter days ahead.
Chris
Most of all, despite coming from a broken home, my mother was the best parent that a kid could hope for and she raised us the best she could. I wish I had words to describe how much she meant to me, my siblings, my father, her three grandchildren and the rest of her extended family but the words escape me. I wasn't sure about posting this here, but now that I have started typing I found that it's therapeutic for me to write these words and I realize in doing so that I have just barely scraped the surface of the grief I am experiencing.
Anyway, thanks for listening friends.
Here's to brighter days ahead.
Chris