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My mother passed away last night.
Many of you already know that my mother has been fighting a long medical battle that has had her in and out of hospitals and on oxygen 24/7 for the last couple years. The last few weeks had her losing the battle in large steps and even her mind had lost all spark of the woman who had been the foundation of my very existence on this world.
I had thought myself prepared for this.
I had thought myself stronger than this.
I was wrong.
This woman showed with actions that no amount of personal sacrifice was too great when it came to providing for her family, she worked three jobs before, driving school bus in the morning, waitress during the day, return the kids on the bus that afternoon then she drove cab at night........all to provide for her children.....
To provide for me.......
My memories of my mother throught the years is of someone always ready to offer her time, what little she had, for anyone who needed her help.
I remember as a child we had one of the old washer machines with the ringer on top where you squeezed the water from the clothes instead of having a spin cycle and my mother and sisters hanging the clothes out to dry. Memories of general chores like chopping wood or carrying bags of grain, stacking hay or picking crops, butchering a pig or plucking chickens........we lived a very hands on life and hard work was just as normal as breathing......
And my mother was always involved, always working, always putting in her special touch to lighten the day, get us laughing or singing to help lessen the 'feeling' of work and make it even fun.
My mother loved to dance, music was always playing, she rarely watched any kind of television, for her music was the greatest invention ever offered her. While cooking a meal or putting away laundry, or dusting the furnature, there was always music playing and my mother dancing around, seeming to not notice she was actually working.
Even at the closing of her life, when she knew her life was nearing it's end, she seemed more concerned with everyone else, how each of us, not only her children but my father and other friends and family would do without her to keep up with us, to call us each day and help us relieve some stress by talking about our problems.
I have lost more than my mother, I have lost my very best friend in the world.
But I feel so very rich, so special to have had her as my mother and to have lived a life that included her special spark and spice to flavor my life, a life where I always knew I was loved.
Many of you already know that my mother has been fighting a long medical battle that has had her in and out of hospitals and on oxygen 24/7 for the last couple years. The last few weeks had her losing the battle in large steps and even her mind had lost all spark of the woman who had been the foundation of my very existence on this world.
I had thought myself prepared for this.
I had thought myself stronger than this.
I was wrong.
This woman showed with actions that no amount of personal sacrifice was too great when it came to providing for her family, she worked three jobs before, driving school bus in the morning, waitress during the day, return the kids on the bus that afternoon then she drove cab at night........all to provide for her children.....
To provide for me.......
My memories of my mother throught the years is of someone always ready to offer her time, what little she had, for anyone who needed her help.
I remember as a child we had one of the old washer machines with the ringer on top where you squeezed the water from the clothes instead of having a spin cycle and my mother and sisters hanging the clothes out to dry. Memories of general chores like chopping wood or carrying bags of grain, stacking hay or picking crops, butchering a pig or plucking chickens........we lived a very hands on life and hard work was just as normal as breathing......
And my mother was always involved, always working, always putting in her special touch to lighten the day, get us laughing or singing to help lessen the 'feeling' of work and make it even fun.
My mother loved to dance, music was always playing, she rarely watched any kind of television, for her music was the greatest invention ever offered her. While cooking a meal or putting away laundry, or dusting the furnature, there was always music playing and my mother dancing around, seeming to not notice she was actually working.
Even at the closing of her life, when she knew her life was nearing it's end, she seemed more concerned with everyone else, how each of us, not only her children but my father and other friends and family would do without her to keep up with us, to call us each day and help us relieve some stress by talking about our problems.
I have lost more than my mother, I have lost my very best friend in the world.
But I feel so very rich, so special to have had her as my mother and to have lived a life that included her special spark and spice to flavor my life, a life where I always knew I was loved.
