In December of 1967 I was born. My Mom became a Mom for the first time. She was young, early 20's. She married a guy from Detroit. She's still married to him today.
Despite strapping me to some kind of little chair, and making me were a paper bag as a hat, I survived.
Mo became a Grand-mo in 1990. She loved it. If my kids needed anything, or needed to get to an appointment, picked up from school, anything, I could call Mo and she would help.
Mo managed a Ganto's store for a few years. Ganto's was a well known womens fashions chain locally in Michigan. My Mo working in a Ganto's would be like me working in a baseball card shop. I don't think she ever looked at it as work. I remember when she bought this red Grand Am. She saved, and paid for it with her own money. She was never really happy driving plain cars. She liked to roll in style and be noticed.
I wouldn't be the man that I am today if Mo had not been the Mom she has been my whole life. You're an amazing woman, Mo. I love you.