This is what I shared today at mom’s memorial.
I want to share with all of you everything my mom gave me. There was lots.
Mom gave me a love of baking. I don’t so much remember baking with her, but I do remember eating her treats, and thus a love was born.
Mom was a collector of recipe books and recipes, with an extensive collection, so extensive in fact, there is no way any one of us could make each recipe. As my own children can contest, especially my organizer and de-clutterer Stephanie, I too have a tendency to collect recipes.
Mom had the ability to take anything and make it beautiful. She could knit, crochet, quilt, do flower arranging, and she enjoyed scrapbooking. Some of those talents have passed on to me.
Mom always struggled to say ‘no’ to her children. Whether it was a fear of us being angry with her, or perhaps she didn’t want to see us unhappy, if dad said ‘no’, we could usually get mom to say yes. This is not me as a parent however, as my children will attest.
Mom loved to spend time at her camping trailer at Lakewood Trailer Estates in Port Glascow. I too love to spend time at my own trailer in the warmer months, enjoying the peace, serenity and natural beauty of our world.
Mom gave me compassion. Growing up in the nursing home in Duart, seeing day to day, those whose circumstances had led them to rely on others to help care for them. Mom was always caring for someone.
Mom loved her children and her grandchildren. When we looked for photos to share here today of mom, a reoccurring theme emerged – almost every photo of her had someone little in it either on her lap or in her arms. This love of children and family was passed on to me. Growing up, all I wanted to be was a mom.
Mom loved spending time with her grandchildren. She’d bake with them, take them camping, fishing, shopping at the dollar store, for ice cream, to the library, for walks and to the park. Anything they wanted when visiting grandma, if she could make it happen, it did. My little grand babe is only 6 months old but I can’t wait to make memories like these with her, and to be the same kind of grandma.
Mom loved to read. I remember as a young girl my mom’s romance novels, which seemed to be her preference at that time. Although Daniel Steele would come to be one of her favorite authors as she got older, when I was 12 or 13, they were harlequin and thicker titles that I would sneak away to read.
Mom was a hard worker, instilling in each of us the importance of working hard, holding a job and providing for our family.
Mom was the foundation. Actually as I write this, I think of all of the mother’s I have known and loved, and each of them are the foundation of their family. Mom, with the love she had for her family would always take the time to listen, offer her assistance if needed, and support us in our choices.
Finally, Mom taught me strength and resiliency. No matter the trials and tribulations that life throws our way. No matter the sorrow, and heartache, that we feel today, it too shall pass. Life is fleeting and we must embrace as often as we can, let love abound, and fill our days and our hearts with those we love. Tomorrow is a new day filled with endless possibilities for each of us.
Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.