Happy Birthday to the lady who always took care of her son after dark. I felt my way down your hallway in Michigan with only the flicker of a zippo to guide me and you welcomed me. I spent an entire summer of sultry PA evenings at the oldest steel mill in America (thanks HJ), but I had you to come home to. Conversations with Dorothy Grace, along with a cold Iron City, were my reward on many a night. Walter Cronkite showed us a man on the moon on a warm Pittsburgh night. An October evening at the Toohey's with the family having fun with our mom at the kitchen table is a memory that always makes me laugh. Another time still brings tears to my eyes. During the darkest days of my life, you were there to help me bury my child. Thanks for being my mom. Life IS good, and you a have made it so.Love, Doug
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