February 27th, 2022

She's the little one with the glasses

Mommy died around 11:17pm, February 28, 1992.
13 minutes before February 29th.

Some in my family figured she was really trying to make it to the 29th, just because that was the kind of person she was. She wasn't mean but she loved a good joke!
She was 68 years old and had lived a life no one would want to emulate.

Born into a family that didn’t want her, raised by a mom whose husband left when Mommy was 3. Growing up during the depression. She was often the person that the family took their anger out on.

As a teenage she began acting out in the most extraordinary ways.
One time she called a local grocer and pretended to be her landlady ordering a huge supply of groceries be delivered, COD. Then she sat in her window and watched as the delivery boy knocked on the door with the order and listened as her landlady screamed!

Another time she called a local funeral home and ordered a coffin to be delivered to her landlady. 

I guess that’s where I get my adventurous spirit from.  I’ve never done anything drastic like that but I am a lover of experiences.

But she had a heart as big as they come!  She loved everyone and grew in me a nature to love and forgive.

So, I honor my mother today.
Janet Katheryn Orth Russell.

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Daddy, Mommy, Aunt Shirley, Ginni and Me.

Granny and my son, Jacob