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uman beings are complex and it is  difficult to describe them and their lives
               Hto others. My mother was a FOY. I do not know if there is such a thing as
               family traits - characteristics passed down through a family blood line - but, the older
               I get and the more I observe in life I suspect there is. And if the characteristics she had
               that I admired came from FOY blood, I am proud to be a FOY too.


               Mother had a strong personality. She was opinionated, firm in her beliefs, had high
               expectations of herself and others and was anxious for things to go the way she wanted
               them to.  She was a doer. She got things done and never suspected she could not do

               almost anything.


               Years of swimming against public opinion regarding women smoking and old age took
               their toll on her life but she took care of her problems herself and was never dependent
               on others. In her last year of life she lost          a hand    to a floating blood clot.

               Years of smoking required she be tethered to an oxygen tank but she never
               gave up her independence.  Even though she knew it to be impossible she
               claimed she could feel  her missing hand and talked of the possibility of it
               growing back. I saw that           as a continuation of       the “ I can do anything”
               attitude.  As close to death as I have ever seen anyone, she was determined
               to get out of her hospital bed and go places she wanted to go. And, she did-
               for a while -  but the active life she tried to live was too much for her and she
               was back in the hospital a few months later.


               I will always remember the last time I saw her alive; a frail, distorted body in

               a hospital bed in Tomball, Texas,  tubes like we all have seen on TV running
               into and out of her, the set of her jaw, the defiant look in her eyes - everyone
               but she knew she would not leave that bed alive.  But, to the end she truly
               expected she would.


               As you read this bookI think you will see  the FOYs had that same  inner
               strength - that self assurance they would and could survive anything. And, I

               think you will be proud of the FOYs as I am, particularly my mother.


               RICHARD P. MILLER
               5203 NODAWAY  LN
               SPRING, TEXAS 77379


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