When I was a boy, I spent just about every weekend with her at her house, usually just the two of us. I'd watch TV and she would sit in her big recliner and read or crochet. I still have the hat she made for me when I was 10. It was during the country's 1976 bicentennial, so she made it red, white and blue. On really cold days in Chicago, I'd still wear it. Nothing kept me as warm.
I carry her spirit with me every day. She was my hero and my champion. And especially every December 14th, I miss the woman I loved so much.