My Mom is in the blue jean jacket, her name was Catherine. We lost her to a brain aneurysm a little over a year ago. Life hasn't been the same since. She was every thing to my Dad. Her garden still blooms and her pets still wag their tails.But the flowers don't smell as sweet, and the her beloved "sugar" doesn't quite behave since she's left. My mom was "hands down" the BEST cajun cook. She loved her "Beloved" Breaux Bridge (her hometown). My crawfish ettouffe and my tart la bouie is not as tasty as hers. Momma I wish you were here..We love you and Miss you terribly. We will be together again.
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