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Mom always loved my brother and I regardless of what happened in life. Though I probably never gave that much thought, I never really had to guess it either. It was known. After her death, I learned from many of her friends that she loved my brother and I enough to tell all of her friends and probably many people who didn't even know her.
Mom taught me about God, faith, and Christianity. She wasn't one of those preachy moms but was one to make sure you knew about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. She wasn't one for butting into my life except when she saw me do something which concerned her about my salvation and belief in God. In my adult years, I changed denominations, and mom questioned every bit of my actions. Nosy? No. It was love and concern about my salvation and well-being.
Mom loved to laugh, have fun, play jokes, and enjoy life. Later in life, I learned she used to cry or be really sad when it was time for my brother and I to go back to school after summer, Christmas or Spring breaks. She loved her time with us.
Mom went on to heaven about five years ago. I miss her, but she is in a better place.