When I think of my mother, all I can think about is love. It wasn't until I had my own child that I realized how far that love could go. I see it when my wife tuck my son into bed, I feel it whenI'm holding him and looking into his eyes. It's that feeling that, no matter what, nothing will keep us separated from each other, and I will always love you with everything I have. That's the love that my Mom Linda Diane Fullard showed to me and my brother each and every day of our lives. Mom was the embodiment of “ain't no mountain high aint no valley low ain't no river wide enough baby to keep me from getting to you. And that’s a beautiful thing, to be loved unconditionally. One of the earliest memories of my Mom was a song she used to sing to us, almost every morning when we woke up. Good morning to you, good morning to you, how are you today, good morning to you good morning to you, this is a special day. She wanted me and my brother to know, everything was going to be alright, that this was a new day, with new adventures, and that she was there to share them with us. My mom was a jokester, and had a random sense of humor. I can remember countless times when me and my brother would just break down in laughter. One time in particular, we were with my mother, she asked my father for some money and he gave what he had on him at the time, and she looks at it and says “ O wow now I can buy that house i always wanted” her funny way of saying this is clearly not enough money. Me and my brother would just break out in laughter at moments like these and others.
We laughed together, we played together, it was in moments like these and many more that I got the purest form of my mom, unencumbered by bad thoughts and voices. A lot of family and friends here know a version of my mom that we never got to experience, but it's so good to hear. It's amazing to know that in her earlier years she was an avid woman of God, who served himon the frontlines and got her degree in theology, who was known by many as being beautiful, smart, funny and a joy to be around. These are the memories and stories I will hold onto forever. Mental health is a tough subject, it’s not easily corrected, and can be hard to manage. I know my mom did everything in her power to lead a normal life. I also know that death is not the end but for those who are in Christ, only the beginning, I believe God knows what my mother suffered through, and in his second coming he will give her a new body, a clear mind, and a right spirit. My mom had a funny way of getting across the country with no car, no resources, just a smile and her two feet, so getting to heaven shouldn’t be a problem. It's my prayer, and my hope, that during her last moments, she knew that she was loved, not just by familyand friends, but by God and all the Holy angels. So to my mom, may you rest in peace, until we meet again