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As I think about Ma, she was so loving and kind. She, like no other mother, always putting everyone before herself.
I was her "Lil Angel", but always made sure she treated Scott and I equally. She made sure she was fair to both of us. We always laughed about who was going to get the Earl Bailly painting that hung in the living room. So, she fixed that, she hooked a rug identical to it, just so we wouldn't have to fight over it.
Her passion was rug hooking, she enjoyed it so. And to her, the "girls" were like sisters that she never had. She was always thinking of others - forever sending Dad out for cards; birthday, anniversary or sympathy. She spent days writing notes in her Christmas cards before she was unable to.
Ma fought a hard battle and never once complained. As many times as she fell, Dad got her up and she just pretended like it never happened. She never once said "why me".
Dad installed poles in the living room, kitchen, bath and bedroom so it was easier for her to get up. She made a joke to me... not every woman has a pole in every room of the house.
Ma was a trooper - and even Sunday before she passed - the doctor had asked her how she was feeling - "pretty good" was her answer. God love her, knowing she wasn't good.
My close friends asked "What is Ma's name?". They had never heard me call her anything but "Ma". I always will. I was Ma's Lil Angel and now she will be mine.
All my love, Jacalyn. XO