Cathy Cram, the mother to me and my sisters. She is a human with a heart of platinum. (isn't platinum what all the cool kids want these days? it's not gold anymore, right?) Nevertheless, she is my Mother Theresa. This woman goes and visits the elderly in hospitals and she writes to people she doesn't know in prison and brings food to the elderly at their houses and watches squirrels and she is my mom. This woman is Mother Peace. I can almost guarantee she's praying for you. So if you see this woman around, look her in the eye, hold her hand and tell her how much you appreciate her.