My mother Jackie Stevenson was born in March 1952 in San Jose, California. She had one older sister. Their family wasn’t big, but they all were very close to each other. Her father was a doctor but had quite a lot of time for his family.
My mother was really nice to everybody. When she came somewhere, all of the sudden there was everything more positive and shiny. She kept our family together, cared for everyone of us in special way.
I will never forget how she once bought me new pants, when I was about ten years old – they were quite expensive. I didn’t pay much attention and tore them while climbing on the tree. She wasn’t mad at me at all – she put very hip patch on them and just told me to be more careful, that something could happen to me. I lately reminiscence this memory and it makes me feel like she was here again.
When me and my brother moved away from home, my mother and father started to do many activites, like they never did – they played golf, were hiking, travel a lot. They just enjoyed their life.
She died when she was living in New York temporarily, in 2000. We were very struck by that and mourned for a long time.
We will never forget her. She raised us with love and harmony.
With love Son Paul
1952 — 2000
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