Sunday, July 2, 2006
I remember when we first met you, you were terrifed to meet the family, because you were a few years older than Mike. Thank God you forgave me for tricking you into meeting mom and dad, you might have been afraid to meet us but you had no problem stealing out hearts.
You were a single mom raising four kids, three boys who were all practicing to be the next rock and roll legends and there you were cheering them on, and Rosemary, all arms and legs grew into the very beautiful young lady and wonderful mother she is today.
You had the biggest heart, and was always there, if not in person, Certainly in spirit, or on the phone, and boy could we talk on the phone.
You could make me laugh when all I wanted to do was pull my hair out. And imparted wisdom in your Irish voice.
The first ime I heard you sing, you were scrubbing your kitchen floor on your hands and knees singing MacArthur Park at the top of your lungs. Just blew my doors off. your words not mine.
You are the reason my Brian made it to puberty, because between the baths and meals I was ready to strangle him, there you were with your cool and calm getting him to take a bath with out the neighbors calling out the swat team because they thought he was being murdered, because he got his face wet. you got him to eat his dinner without it becoming a full fledged screaming match every night.
I know I will never be able to watch another Mummers Parade or any other parade with out seeing you strutting around the room. Pretty soon you will have the rest of the Angels strutting across the clouds.
God Bless you My Friend, My Sister. Your job here is done and you did one hell of a job. I will miss you for eternity. Love Cathy
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