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Pasty Ann Crafton was my mother; she was there for me through everything and didn’t have much to give, but she gave what she could. She was the best Mom I could ask for; even if I didn’t act like it, I loved her and still do. My mother died; at the age of 57, on May 28, 2010. My Mom did what she could for Bobbi and I, she treated my Dad’s first kids; Ginny and Holly, as her own and did what she could for them as well.


There is a funny story about the day my Mom died; well not funny just interesting. You see my father; Harry C. Crafton died at the age of 49, fifteen years ago on May 28, 1995. That’s right, he and Mom died on the same day different years and about an hour apart. Scary I know. My Dad was not my Mom’s first husband, he was her second. My Mom’s first husband’s name is Ray something. They were married for ten years.


My Mom met my dad 21 years ago in a store. In fact it was the store she worked at, it use to be called holiday mart. My father was working at the paper mill in Clyatteville, Mom’s store was right across the road. Dad came in and the rest is history. {Well I don’t really know that part of the story.} They soon fell in love, and Mom didn’t care that he had two girls already. They got married and a few months later I was born, on June 21, 1989. Bobbi was born a few years later on April 05, 1991.


Mom and Dad was madly in love and Mom never remarried after Dad passed. My father died of a heart attack, as did my mother. I remember Dad coming home from work and I was always happy to see him, I would run to him and want him to pick me up.


I remember this dream I had when I was younger; I do believe it was a few months before my Dad passed {Although don‘t quote me on it}, well in the dream it was raining and the dream me got scared so I went to my Mom’s and Dad’s room. But once I was there I realized looking at my Dad that he had horns on his head. It scared me and I ran back to my own room. I woke up that next morning and {My Mom told me this part when I told her I still remember the dream} I asked Dad where his horns were and they laughed saying it was only a dream. Looking back now I believe it was a sign and that I knew he was going to die; because horns {Devil‘s horns} mean death. But I didn’t have any kind of dream like that for my Mom.


My Aunt also died that same year, a week before, my Dad; and my Mom’s mother died four days after my Mom. I’m now 21 and I still need my mother but I find I have other people who can help me if I need them. Yeah its not the same but it will do. I’m going to get my AA and keep working on my education, I’m not going to give up because I know Mom will hunt me down if I do and I really don’t want to see her ghost; well her mad ghost anyways. My mom would have been 58 on June 15, 2010.


Some people may think Mom was not the best mother for Bobbi and I but I think we turned out just fine. Although Mom never remarried didn’t mean she never fell in love again, in fact she fell in love with a woman by the name of Angie Swiney. They met shortly after my father passed. It started off as a friendship turning into love. They were together as partners for about 13 years or so. They decided to be just friends; although they loved each other they were better off as friends. Mom didn’t like the idea but I even think they were better off that way.


Mom always thought they would get back together, she still loved her. Angie was her best friend, her only true friend. Angie was there for Bobbi and I as our “fill in” dad. I loved her the same just as Bobbi did and I still believe she does. Mom was depressed for a while and about four months before mom passed she met a guy online who lived in Canada, his name is Frank Booth.


I don’t know much about Frank other then he was the main reason my Mom felt better about herself in the last months of her life. He was the reason my mom believed again. They met in backgammon game on Yahoo. They talked all the time, he sent her CDs, a stuff animal, as well as other things. When he heard the news about her death he was upset. I do believe given the time she and Frank would have fallen in love with each other. I know Mom was close to it. The last thing Mom said before she passed was “Frank don’t know I’m not 40”. You see she told Frank she was 40 because she didn't want him to know that she was old. He said he was 48.


Mom loved this poem {I don‘t know the name of it} and so Frank called Mom and left a message on the answering machine telling her the poem. The poem goes like this.

I wish I were your pillow

So you could hold me tight

I wish I were invisible

So I could watch you sleep at night

I wish I was the sun

So I could warm you with my rays

I wish I were the rain

So I could brush upon you face

I’d wish on every star

To have just one wish come true

So I could be with you