I'm so, so, so, so somewhat glad she passed before I was born. I know if it happened right now, I would be a diaster. It would be like losing a mother, honestly. I hold her as a person to such a high regard. She just had an amazing talent.
But I know those amazing dreams of her coming into my room and talking me through my worst times wouldn't have happened. Ive also been told by a random person that a red haired woman's presence follows me around. Might sound crazy, but this thing adds up. Same night, glass and borders of 2 frames fell. But the pictures of Miss Ball somehow remained up. It was the weirdest thing in the world, I showed my mom it too. I didn't know how to take it. Still don't.