QUIT SMOKING!!!

The warmth of my mother’s love is one of my very first memories.

Because of this and my awareness of it I had a wonderful childhood. I always

knew everything would be okay and she would take care of me lovingly even

when I was a brat. I even told her I wanted to marry her when I got bigger which

she found quite funny and had me tell my father. She truly loved being a mother

and it showed even to me as a very young child. My Mom had a fun-loving

spirit and made things fun for us. When she would take us somewhere like the

park she would take all of our friends in the neighborhood. This was good for

my friends because most mothers just stayed home and sent their kids out to

play.

All through my life I kept a very close relationship with her even through

my teen years. She was absolutely devoted to her children which is why I

suspect she never remarried. Mom’s good upbringing of us and our loyalty to

her is why we never got into serious trouble in a place like Brooklyn.

An arsonist set the store below our apartment on Garfield Place ablaze.

She walked into the thick of it to save Lance’s life who was a child at the time.

She was a HERO in many ways.

The HERO in her life was her father Eugene. They were very close and

enjoyed much of life together with her mother Flo who was her best friend. The

meaning of family to me is defined mostly by these wonderful people.

Hundreds of miles apart we would talk each day about nothing but yet

end each call with “I love you”. How I miss talking to her about nothing. Hug

your Mom for me because I sure miss mine. I love you Mom.