"The death of a mother is the first sorrow wept without her."
Author Unknown
Photo by Donna Boucher Photography
This has been a tough week. Actually, the last few months have been difficult as my Mother's health declined. My sweet Mom died on February 5 and her funeral was on February 9. Thank you to all of you lovely readers and friends who sent me notes and kept our family in your prayers. That meant so much to me!
The day of Mom's funeral dawned bright and sunny though it was bitterly cold. She hated dreary and cloudy days in winter.
She really was quite an amazing woman. She grew up during the depression on a farm in Eastern Iowa with 6 sisters and 1 brother. After high school, she left the farm and worked in DC at the Pentagon. Can you imagine -- how brave was that? A young girl from the farm in Washington, D.C.!
I could ramble on and on about the amazing and incredible things she did and accomplished. I have no doubt that her proudest accomplishment was raising us six kids with my Dad a/k/a Al -- not always an easy task, though I'm sure you all know that I was a perfect child! :)
I know she was my biggest fan and have no doubt that my brothers and sisters feel the same way. She made each of us feel special and, like mothers do, worried about each of us. I talked to her on the phone almost every single day. When she went to hospice a month ago and was no longer able to chat with me, I went into withdrawal and felt so very lost. My stress levels and chocolate consumption went way up. Luckily, I have sisters to chat with. Even so, every day I think, wait til I tell Mom about this . . . and then realize I can't.
She loved flowers and peonies were her favorites. I can hardly wait until spring when I can put some beautiful fragrant peonies on her grave. I will miss her always.
"Death is nothing else but going home to God,
the bond of love will be unbroken for all eternity."
Mother Teresa