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I don’t know that my mother would’ve particularly liked this, me dedicating the site to her. She was like that. But then she might have surprised me and loved it. She was unpredictable, in fact, a study in opposites. The last time I saw her she was in a wheelchair being rolled onto an airplane. I knew it would be the last time I’d see her. I stared hard, burning her into my brain literally choking to hold back tears as I watched her go with the flight attendant. She was asking if she was going to be able to get outside to smoke at her first layover. Her eyes weren’t welling over, she didn’t even look back but not out of a lack of love. No one has ever loved me as unconditionally as my mother. I could, absolutely, do no wrong. Not once in my life did she ever tell me to “Do this, not that,” or “You should have said...” She loved whomever I loved and stopped when I did. She vehemently hated anyone who wronged me, (like I still loath the little girl who got all the other little girls in 2nd grade to stop talking to Erin for a week, the worst week of her little life...well, the worst week of my little life to that point.) Point, point, point... Yes, the point is, my mother loved me and, I believe, loves me still. Sometimes I feel closer to her now than when she was here. She’s been gone (gone, I can’t even say the other word) for three years. I miss her horribly. I’ve stuck her sister, Cleva, and maybe even my neighbor Joan, into her time slot, but no one can fill...well, that’s just too cliche to say, but you know. She was a corker. She drank...a lot. She smoked unfiltered cigarettes...a lot, since she was 12 she said. She used drugs, recreationally, she’d tell you. She cursed...a lot, and she did prison time...actually, quite a lot. She loved her animals & she read everything. She was the most intelligent, most intriguing, complicated, most generous, quickest, wittiest, sarcastic, and most tortured woman I have ever known, or I believe, ever will. She saw me through a couple of difficult careers, hundreds of difficult romantic relationships (well, it seemed like hundreds), saw me through deaths and watched my friendships ebb & flow, she saw me through parenting, foster children, adopting animals, and only God remembers or knows what all else. And through it all she’d tell you I never made a mistake. How could you not love a woman like that? It would be wrong to leave her out of an endeavor that has turned into such pure pleasure and delight as Om Wear. We loved to laugh and share fun stuff. I wish she was here...or at least smoking at a layover somewhere. Maybe she is. Om_Wear_Jewelry.html