Who fed me from her gentle breast and hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother.
From those who loved her to all who knew her, she was one in a million. We may not see her anymore, but she is always with us; when we laugh really hard and almost pee, or find a hershey kiss in the bottom of our purse; she reminds us to live, to laugh and to love.