Picture of Mary Williams, my mother.How time flies. Those you can't imagine living without are suddenly gone and you're left with a hole in your life. I credit my mother with many things. She raised four boys and lived through snakes in her golf bag, camping trips with the family, and finding worms for fishing in our pockets. I'll never forget her adventurous spirit and how she was a "can do" woman. The smell of baking bread or Thanksgiving Turkey in the oven will ever be a reminder of Mom.