She was unique among her kind, possessing the ferocity of a thousand tempestuous storms. She could soften the darkest, stoutest heart with just a whisper of her kiss. The sun bowed to her will each day, and the skies sang her praises. She offered everyone she met a ray of hope and kindness. No demons could withstand her grace, and no man could compel her to bow to nothing; she loved the Lord with all her being and lived her life not by preaching but by acting in the name of good. She was my mother, and I will forever miss her every day. Today, when I see a bird fly, I remember this wondrous angel—the humble goddess who was my mother.