I have been torn about today. It's one of those do I share or not moments but I feel compelled to. Ten years ago today my Mom passed away. She was my best friend. She had moved to Portland to be closer to us and her future Grandchildren. She was here when my son was born and then she moved to a little area of town just starting to grow called the Pearl District. Every month when I go to our PMQG meeting it's a block away from where she lived and I feel sad because she would have loved it. She was a quilter when I wasn't but I started sewing with her when I was a child and she was always artistic. A little more about her she always looked young for her age, she loved to dance, she had a potty mouth, she was a cowgirl, she loved fashion, she was very smart, and did I mention she had a potty mouth. My son was 8 months old when she died and it was so unfair. My sister has moved here since and started a family, my Dad has moved here, and my Sister in law lives here we are lucky to have them all so close but I still miss my Mom everyday.