Today is my memere's 88th birthday. She was born on Christmas day, and her parents named her Noella (very fitting). I love my memere more than anything (other than Cadence, of course).
A lot of people don't know this but my memere helped to raise me. My dad was always working strange hours so my memere stepped up and had my brother and I over all the time. She'd wake us up in the morning by singing and having the loudest alarm clock ever. Every Friday night she'd order Connie's pizza and we'd put our sleeping bags on the floor and watch "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego" and other shows until 20/20 came on.
But most of all it was all the time she spent taking care of me, listening to me, teaching me and generally just being a kind and loving woman. And I think anyone who has met her would probably say the same.
So happy birthday Memere! I know you can't see this, but I hope I've made it clear to you how I feel about you.
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