Fred's mother passed away a week ago at 88. She never had a drink of alcohol in her entire lifetime. She was fiercely religious, and ruled her house with a leather belt and fingers that could tug a small body from under a dining room table with the tug of an ear.
Fred's relationship with her was strained for a time, but eventually smoothed over to a point where they spent their adult time together laughing, all the time.
Last night, after a two and a half hour service, Fred got to share his memories with his friends and revel in the memories of the woman he feared as a child, loathed as a young adult, and grew to love as a man.
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