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dot-matrix:
It’s been 9 1/2 years since my mother passed away, there are so many things I try to remember about her. I do know she would hate for anyone to shed any tears for her but I still miss her so much and with the big life events like  our wedding and now the adoption it hits me so hard that she isn’t here. I only hope I can be half the Mom she was.   

She had 2 surviving children and 1 was the youngest.  Before my brother Teddy was born she and my Dad had begun to think they would be childless.  They had been married 12 years and had 6 miscarriages.   I remember her vividly as 1 was growing up but especially I got older.  I want to share all I can about my Mom with my baby and my nieces and nephews. 

She taught me so much with her love, warmth and laughter:  to be forgiving, loving, strong not in words but by her actions.  MY Mom loved her family and spent her life making our lives better.

One of my favorite memories is of one snowbound afternoon sitting in the kitchen while she baked pies and my brother Teddy and I trying to tell more Elephant jokes than she did, she’d tell one, then one of us would tell one, and we could not beat her…she knew them all and then some.  We laughed and laughed.  There was always lots of laughter in our home.  I thank my Mom for that.

injest:
Thank you Dottie.

What a tribute to your mother. I think she would be very proud of you.

serious crayons:
One thing I always remember about my mom happened while I was in the hospital for a couple of weeks with hepatitis. I was 19, and had to stay there over Christmas and New Year's. I didn't even feel that sick, but my doctor had had bad experiences with soldiers dying of hepatitis during WWII, so he was paranoid. I hated being there, and was desperate to get out. I was so unhappy, my condition was actually getting worse.

I hated the hospital food, and for some reason I kept craving twice-baked potatoes. The doctor encouraged me to eat lots of carbohydrates. So my mom made several big batches of twice-baked potatoes and brought them to my room hot, in thermal cannisters.

Finally, I left the hospital, against the doctor's orders. The doctor said I would die, in fact. But my mom trusted me enough to bring me home to her house. I was better in a week.

My mom is still alive, but she has Alzheimer's. She can barely carry on a conversation. But she still recognizes my voice.

injest:
It's funny, Katherine, how many of our memories are keyed by foods....

Thank you for sharing that.

I am glad that your mother still knows your voice...I hope it brings you some comfort

Meryl:



It's my fourth Mother's Day without you, but you're still very much with me. 
Thank you, my dearest Mom, for a lifetime of love and precious memories!  :-*

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