The love that oozed from her being, was often misunderstood, even feared. Those who knew and loved her, didn't always know what to do with her.
She was an anomaly in the world of men. But, to me, she was my best friend. My eccentric and beautiful mother who gave me her heart and soul even when she thought she was broken. She listened to me, even when I didn't make any sense. She loved me her way. She gave me my singing voice, my penchant for words, my smile, and a strength within me to love even when it's hard. She gave me memories, a little bit of her magic, and all of her love.