My mother pass away early last night. I'm sorry for

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166. I remember one day, when I was 14, getting home from school

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to find this young, good looking chap eating Shepherds Pie at the kitchen table. My Mum was washing some dishes and she turned and said "Suzie, this is our new house mate Randy". Now things had been kind if tense in the house before this, owing to the fact that food had gone missing as of late, from the refrigerator and the cupboards. Randy smoked and back then so did my Mum, so she offered him a fag. While they were smoking and chit chatting, in walks my brother and I swear he turned white as snow. "Harold, Randy here is under the impression that we put up company in the crawl space below." Her tone let you know that her knickers were in a knot.

Randy was from Florida and had come up to Canada because he didn't want to go to Vietnam. He had been living in our basement which was literally a crawl space of dirt, for the past week at my brithers insistence. The missing food and odd noises we had been experiencing, were not in our heads. Randy stayed with us for about five months and he never failed to send a Christmas card and anniversary card (the day he was introduced to Shepherds Pie) to my Mum. She adored the pictures of his family all these years.

I rang Randy today and we both wept.