My Mother, as anyone who knew her could tell you, was a remarkable woman. She worked so hard her entire life so that none of her loved ones would be without. She spent late nights with us, rushed out of the house to pray for the sick. She was a prayer warrior. She made birthday and wedding cakes. She loaned and sometimes just gave away money, was faithful to her last breath, a great friend to many, a second mom to all of our friends, and a lot of her own friends. She welcomed our friends into her home when they had nowhere to go. She was so many things to so many, but to me she was...
Fingers though my hair as my head lay on her lap. A Snow White and the Seven Dwarves coloring book when I had strep for the millionth time. Ice cream at Park Pharmacy. She was advice, and prayers, and hugs. She was pies, and spaghetti. She was Salmon salad and Sunday roast. She was watercolors and peonies, songbirds and the river. She was beautiful, and unique,and so, so loved.
She was my Mommy. God, How I miss her.
