Mom’s Eulogy My name is Amanda and I am Sharon’s oldest daughter. I was blessed to be born to a woman whose greatest joy in life was being a mom. I remember quite fondly during my school years my mom would send little notes in my lunch reminding me ‘of how much I was loved. These little tokens didn’t stop after grade school. In fact, they got larger, amounting to “cate packages” that she would send me and my siblings filled with candy, gum, gift cards, and a note reminding us that she loved us. ‘The package was always covered in stickers; my mom loved stickers. ‘My mom was always very concemed about our whereabouts... She would wait up for the confirmation text that we arrived to our destination safe and would remind us if we forgot to text, which I often did. I grew up with a mom who also doubled as my best friend. We would hang out, g0 shopping, rent movies and watch them cuddled in her bed. Our relationship only grew stronger when I moved to London for university. My mom would visit at least once a week and we would talk on the phone every day. Our favourite activity was walking downtown to the summer festivals. I remember falling in love with a painting created by a child in Africa to raise awareness for AIDS. Next thing I knew my mom had the painting in a bag. She told me that I once told her that if you fall in love with art you must own it. This was my mom though. She was the kindest most generous person. She would do anything for you, anything to make you happy, because this is what truly made her happy. She used to take ray brother to the market in Guelph and buy fruit specifically to tzive to people who were homeless. She cared and she was truly sympathetic to each and every person's situation, There was never judgment, only concer for the ‘welfare of others. She made sure to carry toonies just in case someone needed the money more than her. ‘There was never a single moment when my mom wasn’t there for me. T moved to Kingston for grad school in 2013 and the hardest part of this was leaving my mom. We talked almost every day as I walked to and from campus. Going to grad school brings inevitable struggles, all of which [talked through with my mom. And she ‘would listen and listen. That was the thing about my mom, she listened to understand, not te respond, she listened because she cared about what I said and how I felt. She never once pushed her opinion or gave me advice. She would let me work things out on my own, all the while providing the most stable support. Because of ‘my mom I have grown up to be confident in my decisions and to trust myself. 1 appreciate her greatly for this.If there's one thing I can’t go without mentioning, it is my mom’s love for hockey, and specifically the Chicago Blackhawks. Her favourite player was Duncan Keith and if you but mentioned his name to her you would find out more information than you could on Wikipedia. ‘My mom was diagnosed with cancer in August and I stayed home from school to be with her through er treatment. I cannot express how grateful I am for having spent the last 8 months with her. She endured treatments that were very painful with incredible strength and courage. For such a gentle, caring person she sure was a fighter. We talked a lot during this time. We spent a whole afternoon once going over every scar on her body... she showed me one on her ankle and explained that she was dared to walk on glass, o of course she did it. She maintained a sense of hhumor up until the end, her laugh filling up a room. My favourite moment was just ‘over a week ago when she was about to get into my dad’s car to go for a drive. She hhad her hood on over her head and turned around to my siblings and I motioning like she was a gangster. We all burst out laughing My mom was incredibly beautiful, on the inside and out. She was kind to everyone, ‘She has taught me how to think for myself, how to love and be loved, and how important is it to be patient with your children. She was the rock in our family, a bestfriend to each of us and she will be forever in our hearts,