My most fondest memories of mom are my most recent ones. I will never forget the time I came upstairs and asked her "Mom what is your favorite color?" Instead of just giving a typical short answer like "blue" or something she sat there and really gave it so much thought. It was like she knew it was important to me. She said : "Well, I really do love the color blue, but,.................I think...it's pink. Yes, I love the color pink."
There are som many other memeories that I love, but this one really means alot. She knew how important it was for me to know...such a simple, easy question. A question she took so much time to answer. So I could truely know. I miss you mom.