My mother still lives in the minds of so many of us. Since her death, there is hardly a week goes by when someone has not dreamt her.  God bless her precious soul. It is almost a year since her death and it seemed like yesterday we sat and laugh over the many jokes she had in that brain of hers.  She and my aunt were good story tellers.  I would at times listened to them for hours as they filled me in on the history of my grandparents.  A history that shaped our lives and made us what we are today. My mother was a behind the scene person.  She hated to be the center of attraction, but quietly she worked to make things happen.  Oh, I miss her so, my mother!  You were the center of my home life.