In the kitchen, Mom was pure magic—her shortbread was unparalleled, and despite many attempts, its unique touch eluded replication. We recall waking to the aroma of freshly baked tea biscuits and oatmeal bread, drawn from dreams by the promise of warm, delicious comfort.
Her steadfast faith was the cornerstone of our lives, guiding us with prayers before meals, Sundays in church, and the fellowship of youth groups. Her simple yet profound nature shone through the absence of a middle name, emphasizing her clarity and perfection in all she undertook.
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