I always would set and talk to your mom as she would wait to pick mason up from school she was a sweet and friendly lady I’m sorry for the loss of your mom she will be gone but not forgotten she was one I look forward to talking to when I waited to get my nephew

I always would set and talk to your mom as she would wait to pick mason up from school she was a sweet and friendly lady I’m sorry for the loss of your mom she will be gone but not forgotten she was one I look forward to talking to when I waited to get my nephew

My heart breaks for Judy's family...and I am at loss of words. In the end, I am glad I got to call her friend. This poem says it best: A Poem for Mother By Dick Underwood (Modified to read “mother” instead of grandma.) Mother, you were just a girl, So many years ago. You had your loves and had your dreams, You watched us come and go. You watched us make the same mistakes, That you had made before, But that just made you hold us tight, And love us all the more. We haven’t always thought about The things that you have seen. To us you’ve just been ‘Mother’, No thought of who you’ve been. But we remember now in love, Your life from start to end, And we’re just glad we knew you, As Mother, and as Friend.