My mom was my hero. She was the wind beneath my wings, and still is. She knew when something was wrong, no matter how much you denied it. Somehow, she could always make things better for you. She lived life for her children and especially her grandchildren. If they all were happy, she was happy. She worked hard every day and was proud of her family farm, and her calves were her "babies". I don't know how she did all she did, or where she found the strength to endure some of the things she did...but I just realized she would have said she found the strength in the Lord. She didn't attend a church regularly, but I know her faith in God and Jesus was unwavering and very strong. That is the one thing that brings me great comfort with my overwhelming loss. I miss you so much, Mom. You were my best friend. I love you.