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Two years ago today, July 4, my mom passed away. I haven't been the same since. Not a day goes by I don't miss her terribly. I go through the motions, and most times no one even knows. We were really close.
She was such a good mom. Always supportive no matter what. Always willing to listen. Always willing to go shopping She loved a bargain and was a serial yard saler. Being born just before the great depression, she always looked for ways to save a buck, and she found it too. She loved to organize. Basically, she just loved to do things. She would always make a homemade chocolate cream pie for a new neighbor or crochet a small afghan for a new baby in her church.
Most of all, she loved to help people. She volunteered at the local soup kitchen, volunteered at her church folding bulletins. She was never above any mundane task, in fact, the more mundane the better she liked it. She just wanted to help. She never wanted the spotlight. Behind the scenes was more her style. And people were drawn to her. She was the kind of person you felt safe telling all your secrets. She would rather listen to you all day - while organizing the items on your coffee table - than talk about herself. She's probably the only true Christian I have ever known.
I hope there is a heaven. If so, I hope she made it there.
Tonight, just like last year, I will light a single two-wick candle - one wick for both of us - in your honor at the hour you passed. I miss you so much, and always will.
She was such a good mom. Always supportive no matter what. Always willing to listen. Always willing to go shopping She loved a bargain and was a serial yard saler. Being born just before the great depression, she always looked for ways to save a buck, and she found it too. She loved to organize. Basically, she just loved to do things. She would always make a homemade chocolate cream pie for a new neighbor or crochet a small afghan for a new baby in her church.
Most of all, she loved to help people. She volunteered at the local soup kitchen, volunteered at her church folding bulletins. She was never above any mundane task, in fact, the more mundane the better she liked it. She just wanted to help. She never wanted the spotlight. Behind the scenes was more her style. And people were drawn to her. She was the kind of person you felt safe telling all your secrets. She would rather listen to you all day - while organizing the items on your coffee table - than talk about herself. She's probably the only true Christian I have ever known.
I hope there is a heaven. If so, I hope she made it there.
Tonight, just like last year, I will light a single two-wick candle - one wick for both of us - in your honor at the hour you passed. I miss you so much, and always will.
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