98. Dear MomWe all knew how difficult Dad's passing was for you, yet you always had a smile in public and did your mourning in private. Before your trip to Asia, when you showed me that little silk pouch in your pocket and told me to guess what was in it, I was surprised to hear that some of Dad's ashes were going with you. I commented that Dad would never want to travel that far and you responded, "Too bad, he can't say anything now!" What a laugh you gave me. I liked hearing how Dad came to you early one morning and stood by your bedside, to talk you into making that trip, when you really weren't up to it. I'm sorry to hear that he hasn't been around in quite a while now, but I'm sure he's still always watching over you. In fact, I'm sure your new haircut, which makes you look like a Buddhist monk, would tickle him greatly. I really don't think you could ever do anything that would make him stop smiling. I told you years ago that every woman deserves the same kind of adoration that Dad had for you, which was lacking in my own marriage. Kevin was only three years old, when he asked why he never saw Mommy and Daddy kiss. I chose to have my children grow up knowing about positive relationships, and I have you and Dad to thank for setting the standard. What I've never really mentioned to you is how truly amazing you are, not just as a mother, but also as a genuinely kind human being. Not only are you able to make friends wherever you happen to sit--at the airport, at the laundromat, at the bus stop, in line at the super market--but you sincerely listen and care about what others have to tell you. I don't know that I've ever met anyone who is as affecting as you are. Mom, what is even more exceptional is that I have never heard you utter an unkind word, pass any judgments, repeat any gossip, or participate in slander of any kind about another human being on the face of this earth. You choose to always see the best in others. You are generous to a fault, carrying on Dad's spirit with dignity and grace, and continue to make people laugh with your infectious, silly humor. Mind you, you could be a little
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