How can she be gone?

Why my Mother? My beautiful, loving, caring, Mother. (Mommy) She was so needed on this Earth.

A die hard recycler (both my parents would scold me and sift through my garbage for recyclables), an avid donater to various charities even if it were only a small donation (anywhere from the human society to cancer to march of dimes...), an amazing baker, a true friend, a loving Sister, an incredible daughter, a caring daughter-n-law, a stunning wife (who often bugged her retired husband for renovating around the house-my Dad wanted one year of relaxation, one year was all he asked for-well Dad, you got a year and 1/2), and a Gramma who loved to spoil her grandson, and a supportive, over the top, call her anytime of the day or night and she'd always make the time for you type of Mother.


I can't believe you will never meet our baby. I can't believe you will never come to our home again. I can't believe we will never share another Holiday together again or another Family vacation. I can't believe I will never have a Mother and Father again. I can't believe you won't get to see Chris graduate from nursing school or Aydan go off to Kindergarten. Oh how you'll miss so much.

But, you also experienced, loved and lived so much......and that is what allows me to sleep at night. However the nightmare and tragic way you died is never far from my mind and I truly believe it will haunt me for the rest of my life. I picture it all every single day. The sunny April day, Aydan leaving three hours before, the 911 call, the ambulance, the sheet draped over Dad for hours, Mom being rushed to the ER, the neighbors, the news.....I never in a million years imagined this would be my life.