On Mothers day I always remember my loving, caring, giving Mother who never asked and barely received, yet unconditionally she loved until her dying day.
I was the Apple of her eye.
Now, I also think of Kimberly. Her smile, her warmth, her kind and loving heart. She also gave her love unconditionally even perhaps to a fault.
What she gave me can never be measured, but will always be remembered, cherished, admired, and I’m thankfull of a love I would never have known without her.