by Zack Beauchamp
Dennis Whittle had just started writing a series of 100 blog posts appreciating the people who had helped him most in life when his mother died unexpectedly. His first post in the series became her eulogy:
To say my mom was an iconoclast would be an understatement. She came from a hard-scrabble immigrant family that did not know how to provide warmth to children. For some reason, my mom decided that she would be different, and she set out to create for herself and her kids a life of love and affection. Sometimes she drove us crazy with her compliments and encouragement, especially since it was never offset with any criticism. It was only later in life that I realized how rare it is to grow up with such a mother. Last week my sister found my mom's calendar, and on it was an entry for the following week that said "Wednesday: make sure to compliment [one of my siblings] on her photographs." That pretty much summed up my mom.
The Dish 