A reflection on the passing of my mother on May 15, 2012.
Mother
and Me memories…
Mother
in the garden behind our house and the strawberry patch.
Mother
fixing pies and the leftover crust becoming cinnamon and sugar crisps
As
children, when Mother would try to keep all six of us together during outings
she would call us by reciting all of our names –even if it just speaking to one
of us. Lynn, Randy, Denise, Steve, Tim,
Shari… and if necessary she would include our middle names!
Mother,
me, Mary, and Loralie spent many weekends having lunch at Applebee’s and
walking through the Mall. Mother loved
stopping and chatting with anyone we met while out and she enjoyed introducing
us. She always introduced me as her
daughter that worked at Ball State and married a farmer.
Mother
loved to come over and visit the farm and the boys. Part of her childhood, she lived on a farm
and her grandparents owned a farm in Wells County.
When
Mother was over for parties, she would show the grandchildren how to play the
piano.
Mother
would call and remind me when she needed more salt water taffy or crème savers,
her favorites.
Mother
and me had annual Memorial day drives to the cemeteries to place flowers on all
of the Bright, Brookshire, Scott, Harrold, Bowen, and Miller graves, which always included a stop
by James Dean’s grave. Mother was very
proud of being in plays with James Dean at Fairmount High School.
Mother
once told me that she worked so much during our childhood so that spending time
with the grandchildren helped her feel better about time lost.
Mother
was very private about her emotions and feelings but I knew she missed Daddy
and I am thankful she is now with him again.
