Today my mom would have been 90 years old. I can’t imagine my mom old. She was always young to me.
Even though she had gray hair she was never acted old for a moment.
Growing up Mom would always tease Dad saying he needed to have the corn picked by the time her birthday came on November 16th. Sometimes he did…sometimes not.
As I get older I look I compare myself more and more to her. She was 61 when she passed away…much too young. I was 24…much too young to be without a mom too.
I wish there were more pictures of her but there really aren’t. She was the one behind the camera when pictures were taken…and back then, people didn’t take pictures like they do now days.
I’m trying to think if there is a picture of her and I together…I don’t think there is. Not even a baby picture. Not even a picture at our wedding. It’s a regret I really have.
People always comment that I’m always busy and never sitting down. That came from my mom. People comment on ability to speak out…that came from my mom and Kalissa has it too. The routing for the underdog and charitable giving…my mom. Starting to many projects…my mom. Being not afraid to jump in with both feet…my mom. Trying all sorts of crafty things..junking…thrifting…antiques…ALL MY MOM.
We would have had a blast doing all sorts of things if only she’d have been able to stick around a little longer. She’d have loved seeing our kids grown…she’d have been thrilled with great grandchildren. She’d have loved the internet. She loved genealogy. What she’d have done with something like Ancestry.com…Oh she’d have been thrilled. One of her favorite things was looking at kids and trying to see which side of the family the kids looked like….There are a WHOLE lot more members in the family since she passed. Of our kids, Karl and Kalissa both never met her. The older three don’t remember much about her.
One of the things I am most thankful for that my mom did for us is this…. She grew up in an abusive home. The abuse stopped there. I am so thankful for that. I’ve noticed that kids who suffer through abuse typically go one way or the the other…either they to are abusive or they stop it. My mom stopped it. That is one of the best legacies she left.
I can still hear my mom’s voice in my head:
“Use your head and save your feet”.
“Take that stuff on the stairs with you when you go up.”
“Sometime we get too busy and don’t take enough time with the little ones.”
“Put your mind to it.”
She died 28 years ago…in my heart, she still lives.