It is the same time every year, the air turns crisp and cool the leaves change colors and fall to the ground. People stop wearing shorts, the wear sweat shirts and sweaters. The smell as you walk out your door is cleaner, easier to breathe. The moon apears to change colors as the months go from beginning to end. It is this time of year that I say is my favorite, and yet ....... those of you who know me might wonder why. In the space of 4 week the aniversary of nearly every member of my family is recognized. from the middle of September, my father in 1985 to the 3rd week in October my brother in 2004. I used to dread October comming. I would pray that everything would be okay when November came around. Well everyone has days that haunt them. For me its an entire month. Tomorrow is such a day. The aniversary of my Mothers passing in 1989. I was 28 going through a divorce, starting nursing school. My mother was proud of me for once in my life. The only thing I had really done was I was the mother of 3 very young, very rambuntious children. My mother was busting her buttons that I was going to school. She talked about it all the time. I did well in school, in fact I had a 4.0 average. Made the deans list. The fact was that I couldnt let myself relax enough to get a B. If I did then would I think a C was okay and then what? No I wasnt going to let myself off any hook. It was excell or nothing. Then that day, that phone call. " Come home as soon as you can, the sooner the better" My sister and I drove accross the miles together, we bonded. Oh we loved each other before my mom became ill, but to say we were tight, not so much until this happened. We were able to visit for a few days, then we went home. It wasnt for long. We turned around the next day and prepared for Mommys funeral. She had died the same evening we left. My mother was an advocate for the under dog, any under dog. She helped so many people I dont think she could tell you all of thier names. One in particular stands in my mind. There was a young couple getting married. They came to my dad to do the service. Thier families did not approve of the marriage and would not help or attend. They had very little money, and could not afford flowers. My mother took this bride to be and they went to a field of wild flowers not to far from my house. They cut the flowers and made beautiful bouquets for the bride and her attendent. boutineers for the fellas, a huge bouquet for the alter, and tiny little white flowers for the brides hair. Mommy combed the brides hair and put the flowers here and there. She was beautiful. The bride glowed as she walked down the aisle. Thats the kind of thing my mom did. She championed people who life was hard on. I miss her. She was one of a kind. A true unsung hero. Havent met anyone quite so willing to care enough to put them selves out on a limb for some one else.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Oct 2013 09:25:13 +0000
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