Mrs. ‘A’ My 2nd Mom is Mrs. A. I call her that out of respect; after all she isn’t really my Mom, but my best friend’s Mom, who welcomed me into her home, family and life some 30 years ago. Why do I call her my 2nd Mom? That I shall tell you now, but before I start my story, please know, she is leaving us soon, to be in God’s glory. So in honor of her love and life, at this time, I wish to share the tale of my journey into her family, her love and her care. She found me at a time when my own family was not close by. You see my move to IBM Country was good for my career, but the distance was lonely, that is until Mrs. A and her family drew me in near. We shared holidays, birthdays, and any party at the Adsmonds was always a good time. After some years when my son came along, 2 open chairs at their table we would always find. Welcoming us for food, family, laughs, fun and games. But time never stands still, and people grow old, and things must and do change. Now at the end of your life, I’ll hold dear our memories forever and a day, of the good life you led and the times that we shared. Now it’s time to wish you God’s grace in Heaven, Mom, Mrs. A.