The world lost a great presence today. She was a beautifully expressive women who touch many people in many ways. She went by many names and wore many different hats in her life. To one she was wife and to him she gave a life of unconditional support and strength and love. Lending her strong heart to him throughout his life. To 3 she was known as Mom and to them she was the rock to which the water was able to break against. Giving guidance and confidence and of course love to help them to grow. To some she was know as Mrs. T and she touched the lives of many students as she danced through the halls of Pueblo Jr. High. Lending a hand to all the teachers and helping to mold the young minds that surrounded her. To friends of which their were many she was Nelda. To them she was an early morning cup of coffee after all the kids had been shuffled off to school. To them she gave an ear that would listen and shoulder that would heal and a laugh that never failed to lift your soul. But there was one very special name that she carried, and I like to think it was her personal favorite, the name that I knew her by was Mugga. But this was much more than just a nickname given to her very first grand daughter, this was really the embodiment of all that she was. To me Mugga was adventure, she was grand stories told late at night. She was trips to the ice cream shop and trips to the ice rink. Mugga meant courage and confidence and encouragement (sometimes not so gentle)to do the things that made me afraid. Like leaving my blanket on the bed instead of dragging it along to the grocery store. Mugga meant and open door to all of my friends. (even the slightly odd ones) Mugga was my sounding board that I could bounce my craziest ideas off and get back sound if not always welcome advice. Mugga was satin slippers and sequence gowns when everyone else was in tennies and denim. Mugga was mudpies and dancing in the rain. Mugga was wildflowers and crystal goblets. Mugga was acceptance and love. Mugga was timeless and eternal. Nelda was my Mom's Mom which made her my Grandmother but she was so much more than that. She was my Mugga. Farewell for now I am sure where ever you are you are getting the whole place organized. You will be missed until we meet again.