My mom, Tammy, had a lot of different names. To dad she was Sweet T or Hunners. To me and my brother she was mom, mother dearest, mummykins. And after she was diagnosed with cancer she became Super T. She was not perfect but she was my best friend. She was my teacher. She taught me to bake and cook edible food that people actually like. She taught me to drive a stick shift. A 1976 vw bug. She had a lot of patience. So when I magically hit the gas, break and clutch all at the same and the car jumpped 3 feet and died and my sister who was in back ended up in the front she did not yell. When I jumped out of the car and took off running, she did not laugh. She got me to get back in the car and had me keep at it till she was comfortable if she turned me lose I would not kill anyone. She reluctantly accepted my love for animals and tolerated the numerous dogs, cats, snakes, rats, fish, hampsters, frogs, bunnies and even a pot bellied pig that I brought home.
She was always put together. Her make-up, hair and nails were always done. Always dressed flawlessly. She was fun and loved to laugh (mostly at me). She was strong (tough as nails) and by no means a quitter. She had a classic Italian temper. She was a fighter. My mom. She's tough stuff. She would tell me "We just got to get through this Belle. We can fall apart later." No matter how bad things got we always found a reason to laugh...
I miss my mom.
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