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Babcia Extraordinaire/B-Elder YaYa
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My Mom died at the age of 48...I was 14 years old. But I do remember....
She lived for her family. Even when times were rough (5 people living in 3 rooms for many years), she always had a smile to give. Her laughter rang off the walls. Her warmth and love were never ending.
We didn't have much money when I was youg, but we found out after she passed away that she took out "loans through a magazine" (which you could do back then), and gave the money to neighbors who needed it. (LOL...Dad had to pay those loans off after she passed away.....not much...about $500).
She was an awesome cook and baker. We would get up on Sunday mornings to the smell of homemade coffee cake.
She fought her cancer couragously. And I will never forget the night Dad took her to the hospital....she told him "I will never see my daugher again..." Unfortunately, she was right...
But her love, her smile, her laughter will live with me forever....
She lived for her family. Even when times were rough (5 people living in 3 rooms for many years), she always had a smile to give. Her laughter rang off the walls. Her warmth and love were never ending.
We didn't have much money when I was youg, but we found out after she passed away that she took out "loans through a magazine" (which you could do back then), and gave the money to neighbors who needed it. (LOL...Dad had to pay those loans off after she passed away.....not much...about $500).
She was an awesome cook and baker. We would get up on Sunday mornings to the smell of homemade coffee cake.
She fought her cancer couragously. And I will never forget the night Dad took her to the hospital....she told him "I will never see my daugher again..." Unfortunately, she was right...
But her love, her smile, her laughter will live with me forever....