[September 6, 2022] This past weekend, my mother passed away at 92. Of course, no words describe the sense of loss we are experiencing right now. We can console ourselves that she had a long and fruitful life. All her many children are in her debt for all she did for us. Here is my tribute to mom.
As little kids, my mom often consoled my brother and sisters. It seems, especially my brother and I, were often in some trouble; not bad trouble but what you would expect of boys. We often ran around town, through alleyways and backyards, make-believing we were in the army or were cowboys or Indians. We had a vivid imagination, and mom was always pleased to indulge us.
I certainly was not one to follow the rules. I thought rules were just something to get in the way of having a good time with my friends. Mom patiently explained the reasons we have rules and showed me the way of a good person. She used persistence, logic, and a lot of love to convince me. I gave her a run for her money, as I was maybe a bit too rowdy, disorderly, ornery, and I took too much for granted. She even showed me how to thread a needle and sew, a skill I would later put to good use.
Mom got us ready for church each Wednesday and Sunday and for school. It was not something I wanted to do. However, mom would explain the reason we went to church and school. I squirmed in my pew seat and never studied my required school homework. She was good-natured to a fault. Good for me. What I gained from this was that I learned to be likable, just enough to survive childhood.
As we moved about the country, my dad worked on the railroad, which meant moving a lot. Mom was the one to hold the family together, gathering all our belongings, packing the car, and driving us to a new town. None of us kids liked moving. Our friends were left behind. Mom would comfort us with the idea that we were family, which made us who we were. The family was the most important thing for mom, and she was right.
Admittedly, I was a difficult son, and I’m sure there were many times I greatly disappointed her. Mom was there for me, regardless. She never complained. She always had a smile for me. That is why, as I look back, that mom was more than a mother to me. She was everything. And that is why it is so hard to know she has passed away. I will miss her.
Our mom was a very kind, giving, and caring woman. Thank you, mom.
A very special thanks to my sisters for caring for our mom in her last days.