She was so creative, and enjoyed working on projects around the house. One time when I had a birthday/slumber party, she made small individual pizzas for each of the girls.
She sewed many of my clothes growing up, and when I had a special function to go to, she made me the cutest blouses and dresses to wear for it.
When the kids and grandkids got into any trouble or acted up, she always kept her cool. It amazed me how steady she was, even in the most difficult situations.
She lived simply - didn't have a lot of clothes or jewelry, but when she did go out, she always looked nice, and even wore eyeliner well into her 70's.
She cooked and cooked, and to this day, the girls make her homemade enchiladas on special occasions.
One day, I was having a really bad day, and while driving in the car with a couple of my siblings, I got upset about something and heated words were exchanged. I just got out of the car and started walking home (in the middle of the road). All of a sudden, my mom gets out of the car and walks right along beside me. She didn't care if she had the proper clothes or shoes to walk in, she just got out and walked. I'll never forget that.
She was/is my rock,
and I wanted to say a few words
to honor the special woman