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Of Mom's many virtues, the most memorable, to me, was her tolerance. No matter what someone would do, no matter what life would throw at her, she would always look at the bright side. She was particularly tolerant when it came to her children. In her eyes, we could do no wrong, although we certainly tried. We challenged her over and over but her strong will prevailed. Mom was always true to herself, she never wavered from her beliefs, convictions or her faith. She lived her life with purpose, determination and conviction. But, of course, what of her dreams. When I was a little boy she shared one with me. She gave me a book titled "How to Fly". She told me about her love of flying. She told me stories about Emila Earhart and Charles Lindburg, her hero's at the time. I read that book over and over. When I grew up I had the good fortune to live her dream. Maybe it was mom who planted the seed, but I did fly. For me it was one of the most thrilling experiences of my life, the feeling of freedom, breaking the ties that hold us close to the earth. I took a little bit of my mother with me whenever I would fly. I took Mom and Dad flying once. Mom loved it (dad was not a happy camper). Mom, I shared your dream to fly. I am glad I was a small part of your passion for life. . Goodby Mom, I will love you always Bobby |