My mom Valerie Rainville was the most kind and supportive person in the world. A lot of you might know her as Admiral Beckett Brass, but she was so much more.
She was my biggest fan and most steadfast protector. She was my teacher and my friend. She is why I am the person I am.
She was my biggest fan and most steadfast protector. She was my teacher and my friend. She is why I am the person I am.
When my dad was working shift work, she was at home playing with me with my Ghostbusters toys. She eventually had to take on all the roles as I became the huge monster ghost the whole team had to take on. She loved to see me engaged with my imagination.
She was the one to teach me how to tie my shoes, ride a bike, drive a car. She was dismayed when I went through for police foundations and overjoyed when I tried for a creative career. She was always concerned with my health and well-being, always with a care package.
She was understanding and empathetic. I talked to her about my feelings, about girls, about things I thought were cool. She always had time, always had interest for the things in my life. Especially my art.
I was down on myself for so long, I'll be eternally thankful she got to see me progress, develop, become an independent person, have success, travel.
But it was all thanks to her. She was always encouraging, always supportive of every creative endeavor.
But it was all thanks to her. She was always encouraging, always supportive of every creative endeavor.
She was creative herself. From early calligraphy and ceramic classes, to her desire to made dog outfits, signs etc. she always had that spark. She's pictured here with a plane she made out of cardboard for me, a gift inside, to show me how proud she was of my travels.
In recent years though, she's lost so much, and been wronged enough that her self worth plummeted. I tried my best to help, listening to her with the same empathy she always gave me.
She deserved so much. She deserved everything.
She deserved so much. She deserved everything.
That one of the hardest parts of all this. She hardly wanted store leave the house due to the way she felt about herself. This will tear me apart until the day I die. The world needed to treat her better.
I love you so much mom. You'll never know how much I'll miss you.
I love you so much mom. You'll never know how much I'll miss you.
So if you play a Beckett Brass, know that the wan behind that character would have helped you no matter what, would have loved to know you.
I debated posting anything up, bit I really need people to know her. She was so worried her life didn't matter. I kept trying to tell her what she gave my sister and I. We owe her everything.
You're comments so far have made that feeling better, so thank you.
You're comments so far have made that feeling better, so thank you.
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