Okay, since I have tears in my eyes, I will tell you why!!! When my mom developed breast cancer and had a mastectomy, she wrote each of us kids (five of us) a letter. In that letter, she told each of us what she loved and admired about us (these were individual letters). Man, oh, man did I cry. She told me that she loved my strength, my wit, my sense of humor, and my love and romanticism. This happened before 1985. I took some sick leave in April 1992 to visit Mother. She gave us girls (my two sisters, my favorite cousin, and I money to go buy her funeral clothes and to have a happy lunch. She was VERY specific that we were to buy her a fushia outfit AND a new pair of shoes (SORRY, but it's the truth--WAY BEFORE the Christmas Shoes song). She said it HAD to be a fushia outfit so it would,"bring out the color of my cheeks." We all laughed and cried at the same time. We did get the fushia outfit, a suit with matching shoes. The day before my mom died in June 1992, Hospice told her that it was probably her last day. She then proceeded to call each of us kids to tell us goodbye. I was in California and Mother was in NC. You cannot believe how hard it was to hang up that phone. Now you know the rest of the story!!!