David Wilson I thank God that for the last 10 years of her life, my mother lived next door to me.  I lived great distances from her most of my adult life, but the last 10 years, I was able to walk next door and visit her every day.  Upon her death, I have thought of her a million times.  It is funny how much your mother affects you, and you don't realize it.  At the strangest times now, my mother enters my life, and I realize that it is because she taught me so many things.   The first time after she died that I made breakfast of eggs, bacon, biscuits and milk gravy I broke down and cried.  All of a sudden I remembered all the things she said about my milk gravy.  "Your milk gravy is just like Mama's", she told me when I made breakfast during our last Christmas together.  I also remember her saying that breakfast was our favorite meal.  We often went to Cracker Barrel on my Fridays off to have breakfast.  I will never fix breakfast again and not think of my mother. After her death, I started quilting a quilt top I had put together many years ago.  I had to keep my mind busy in order to deal with everything.  With every stitch I could remember her taking the time to teach a young country boy to sew, knit and crochet.  When a cashier rang up a price lower than it should have been, and I pointed it out to them, I remembered my mother telling me to "do right" no matter how costly it was. I have finally realized that my even though my mother has passed away, she is still alive and making a difference in the world through me.  If I can pass along to my daughter half as much as my mother passed on to me, I will be a very fortunate father. Thank you for everything Mom, you have given me so much.  I love you!