Mrs. Tabbâ?¦what can be said? She was the â??other motherâ? to a countless number of kids, molding our young Christian hearts, teaching us proper social and dating etiquette (public display of affection was NOT an option), helping us discover who we were during those critical teen years when we thought we knew everything but now know we didnâ??t have a clue. She was the educator who was able to explain biology to this science-phobic kid so I could get a â??Bâ? in her class. She would have quiet one-on-one conversations with me, doing some of the talking, but more importantly–listening. Her home was always open. I remember many times when I would be among the first to invade the Tabb home. As soon as he caught sight of us, Brother Tabb, quiet soul that he was (except when preaching) would head to another room, shut the door, and dare not peak out until he was sure we were all gone. I remember an endless supply of Craigmont pop, chocolate chip cookies and other goodies. She didnâ??t miss a thing either! In biology one day, I was sitting at the table in front of two guys who I wonâ??t mention by name (Billy Wright and Kim Lloyd). Apparently my dress was gaping out from my neck in the back. All during class they rolled up notebook paper into tiny little balls and threw them into the gap in my dress. When I stood up at the end of class a good number of those little paper balls whooshed out of my dress and covered the floor. (They had very good aim!) I made my way to the door with Billy and Kim not too far behind. Mrs. Tabb didnâ??t say anything to me, but I did hear her say softly to Billy and Kim â??you two arenâ??t going anywhere until you pick all those balls up off the floor.â? Janie and Joyce, I donâ??t believe I ever thanked you for sharing your home and your mother with me. Those days were some of the best days of my life and definitely the most memorable. She will forever be in my heartâ?¦ Diane Sharon-Heichel