All is going well. My mom is still happy. I don't really have any other words for today, but this poem will sum up my words for me.
One of my mom's special gifts and talents has always been to express herself in beautiful writing. She wrote cards to people like no one else would or could. I'm sure anyone and everyone who knows her closely has received a card, letter, or e-mail and knows what I am talking about. She loved to write and knew how to, creatively, letting you know that she cared, was thankful, and loved you.
I find cards and notes that I have from her and they make me smile. No one else knows how to write quite like her.