This memorial website was created in the memory of our beloved Trudy Scales who was born in Omaha, NE on 30th April 1979 and passed away in My Meigs, AL on 9th November 2015, 36 years of age. Normal 0 false false false EN-US JA X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} I don’t know what people say in these situations, all I can think is ‘I want my Mommy’ and that I’d trade everything to tell her I love her one more time. A few times I’ve said it out loud, just in case she can hear me. The memories that hold onto me are of how willing she was to take care of those people she loved. When I was about ten I called in the middle of the night because I was scared and away from home. She was tired and medicated, but she drove three hours to come get me. She came because she had the ability, albeit with difficulty, to make me feel safe and she never seemed to notice that I didn’t say I would always remember it, although I have. That touches on something else. ‘The ability, albeit with difficulty,’ is something every person should learn from my mother. She gauged to a fine point the difference between possible and comfortable. She did what needed to be done, always. She pushed herself to the end of her ability. If more people would do exactly that the world and the lives around us would look very different. I have been reminding myself that what of her has been ours remains so. The pieces of her we love reached us by way of our own perceptions and those are not yet gone. I wanted to recount something else of her life when I was younger, but I recall concepts rather than details. The one that pops immediately to mind is that she was one among few whose natural state was to be happy. She saw the world in great detail and intensity, which sometimes makes for happiness being hard to find, but she did find it, in quantity and quality we should all envy. It seems that’s why we should all be here today; to remember how easy it was to smile when she was around and find a way to take it with us. To give her a nod, tell her, verbally or otherwise, how proud we were to know her and promise her that we’ll each find a way to realize that for all the heartache there is still reason to love this life.