My mom, Bess, was a lifelong democrat, born in Crawford, TX, in 1919. She was a third generation Texan. She grew up on a ranch and was as tough as nails. She shot a rattlesnake that slithered into the wash house, stood up to an abusive brother-in law that insulted her father, joined the WAC during WW II, and was my best confidant during my teenage years. I miss her a lot. She and my dad were married for 57 years before she died. I was pretty worried that my dad may follow her, but thankfully he is doing well.
So in honor of Bess, and missing her, the door is open to the grieving room.
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