Francine Lerman
My mother was a wonderful,loving and dedicated individual..She was married to my father for 56 years and until the day he died, he continued to chase her around the house. His eyes were filled with such love as he would point his hand in her direction and say," Look at my girlfrilend, isnt she cute!"She would turn and give a look as if he needed to be taken away by the men in the white coats,but she loved every minute of it.She never drove a car and depended on my dad to take her everywhere.He loved it!My sister and I[let her rest in peace]admired my mother's intelligence and strength. We were lucky to have her as our mother. Until the very end,I called her everyday and asked," How is my cute little mommy and she would ask,"How is my cute little Francine?" the smell of after shave, cigarettes and perfume hung heavy in her condo the last few weeks of her life. I knew the only explanation for this was my father and sister were getting ready to cross her over to the other side. On August 24th, mom passed, but I knew she wasn't alone. Ilove you and will miss you, my cute little mommy!!