My mother-in-law. She loved me unconditionally, something I'd never really experienced before. She died on Thanksgiving day 2018, fairly unexpectedly (she had breast cancer, but we had no idea how sick she really was). My life changed that day, and I miss her desperately.
My friend Angela. I met her on the DISboards, in the spring of 2013? 2014?, when she was selling seats on her Illuminations cruise. We hit it off immediately, discovered how much we have in common, and the rest is history! We message every day, pretty much, and she knows me better than anyone else, I think.
I'm grateful for all those women in the 50s, 60s, and 70s, who stood up, bucked the system, and fought for the rights of women in this country. It blows my mind that my mother didn't know what company held the mortgage or life insurance policies when my dad died very unexpectedly, that she didn't really know how to write a check, that she voted for whomever my father told her to vote for. Many women risked their freedom, their jobs, even their lives, to get us the rights about which we never even give a second thought today.