My Mom passed away in 1994. She went over to the beauty parlor to get her hair back-combed, came home and was fiddling with it in the mirror in the bathroom. My Dad was in the kitchen talking to her and he said she started saying things that didn't make sense... words all jumbled and all. She then fell on the floor and was taken to the hospital, suffering from a brain aneurysm. I lived in Philly at the time and didn't get to talk to her since she was pretty much brain-dead upon arrival. It's hard when you don't get to say goodbye. She loved to sing and get dressed up. Here, we see her posing like Jacqueline Kennedy or some shit... complete with the dog and the tree like it was 'a night with the first lady' tv special. My Mom was the only one allowed to call me 'Dave'.
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