Six years ago today I lost someone,
I lost a friend, a confidant, a mentor, I lost the most important person in my life, I lost my mother.
She was kind and gentle, or a force to be reckoned with!
I learned many of life's lessons from her...how to treat and respect others, to be true to myself, have faith in God, no matter what hand I was dealt, and to be responsible for my own actions.
When we shopped she always bought extra food for those in need. The bag was always left on the back porch of the rectory without any fanfare. There was never a need for recognition. She prayed for those who were in need of God's blessings. She always looked after our elderly neighbors. She visited them, brought them meals and treats.
She worked as a nurse, sometimes caring for those forgotten by their families. She cared for the elderly, mentally and physically disabled, and for prison inmates. No matter what their affliction, they were cared for with kindness and compassion.
Losing her has gotten easier over the years. But now and then a song will come on the radio, or I'll be cooking one of her favorites and I begin to cry. Sometimes out of sadness, other times, joy and happiness. I miss watching Jeopardy and crocheting with her, mother daughter vacations and lunches are now a pleasant memory. She is always in my thoughts, I talk to her daily. I find comfort in knowing she is resting in God's hands...
August 27, 1940-Ocotber 18, 2005