My mother past away on Christmas day 2008 at the age of 56 from complications of Kypho Skoliosis. A severe curvature of the spine caused by Polio when she was an infant. She wasn't suppose to live past 18 she lived to 56. She wasn't suppose to have any kids she had 3. (All boys) If she had been normal no doubt she would have stayed in NYC and not married my Father (he knocked her up) and moved to Camden South Carolina with a bunch of dumb hill billies. She talked about New York constantly and visited every chance she got and bringing us boys with her when she could. She always encouraged us to get as far away from Camden as possible as soon as we were old enough. She knew what a miserable little nothing town it was and thanks to all our trips to NYC so did her sons. None of her boys live in Camden SC. My mother was a testament to sheer will. She was one tough broad.
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I knew this would be about your mother....I flitted to it, the moth I am, to this flame of eternal devotion....her heart would burst, with pride, your mother.
To good sons, everywhere. masqued^^
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She sounds awesome, I'm sorry you didn't get more time with her, but i think she did pretty darn good with the time she had, your a good guy, (yeah yeah deep inside you are and you know it) a big ol' softie :P
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