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I have just one more thing to add to the other answers. If you knew this young lady even just a bit, then you have something important to give to the bereaved Mom.In the little slice of your tenant’s life that you shared, there must have been a conversation or encounter that you remember, something you noticed about her, a quality, an image, a comment, a sense of her personality.Maybe she always greeted you warmly, with a smile, did something helpful, was polite, responsible, cheerful. Maybe you liked her red jacket or the holiday decoration on her door. Maybe she brought you brownies, or you gave her brownies. She must have made an impression on you in some way.Pick up your pen and write to the Mom about whatever it is, however small it may seem to you. Memory is meaningful and comforting. To learn something new about her daughter will be a gift of immeasurable value. And knowing that you provided her daughter with a safe place to stay while she was out in the world.She will be crying for a long time no matter what, but I guarantee that she will keep your note forever.Rest in Peace, twenty-one year old taken down too soon.

I hope you’re kidding on all counts. Because it’s rude on all counts.You don’t throw a shower for yourself. It’s gift grabby. And you don’t “make it known” that if you don’t bring a gift, you don’t eat”.You’re selfish and rude and I am surprised that none of your family pointed this out.

Yes, a stranger uttered two short sentences.My husband and I were out of work, desperate for income. Although I had brief experience as a secretary, I could find no openings. So took the first job available: I went to work in a shoe store at the mall.It was a kind of upscale shop where we helped women try on shoes. I handled a lot of feet. Heard a lot of bunion complaints. One lady who sat down had a daughter maybe 10 years old.While on my knees getting shoes out of boxes for them, the lady turned to her daughter and said something like “Selling shoes in a shop like this is how your Aunt Sadie put herself through college. She may be a doctor now, but she opened a lot of shoe boxes to pay for her education!”I understood this message to be a gift to me. A gift of dignity. Permission for ambition beyond a low wage job. I wanted so badly to say “Hey that’s what I’m doing!” Instead I could only smile. I felt a little pathetic. Yet her words were gentle and encouraging. They stuck to my soul like velcro and couldn’t be shaken off.So I picked up a catalog from the local community college. I plotted how to attend. I planned how to juggle classes around work and my children’s school hours.Long story short, I earned a 2-year associate’s degree in paralegal studies while I worked a new job at a law office. Then commuted to attend extension courses at night to complete my bachelor’s degree. I loved learning. I moved my family to another state, earned a masters degree, then attended law school. I had a lot of help and encouragement along the way, but I worked the whole time too.I will always remember my job in the mall, the kind customer, and her tactful inspiration. I try to be kind and buoy up others too, my way to pay it forward.