Happy Mother's DAy, Sis!

And I really mean that...
You've done a more than admirable job of raising your brood and I respect the hell out of you for that.
You did it with no formal training in spite of some pretty big "catholic" obstacles.
You're my hero!

I've got two pictures displayed at home of/about mom. One is of her somewhere in Red Feather holding her voice gizmo to her throat and she's smiling.
She had to overcome some pretty big obstacles too, huh.
The other is not of her but of the sunset over the ocean when she and I went to Mexico. It's that one that makes me cry, like right now and I ain't even looking at it. T'was the sunset of her life and it was in a foreign country and it was a beautiful sight and there was /is some poetic symbolism with all that but I'm not sure what it was.