She was a wonderful woman and I thought the world of her. Until I was forty-one years old, I had a magnificent mother. Before she died, she was honest, special and unique. While she was on her deathbed, my life became bleak. Back in 2013, my brother paid me a visit in February. He said that Mom would probably die and it was scary. I was very lucky to have Mom and so was my brother. When we lost her, we both lost a magnificent mother. [Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]