My mother died on June 1, 2008. I think about her every single day. I remember her stories of growing up. Our family of five that turned into in-laws, out-laws, grandkids, great-grandkids. I remember her, flaws and all, and understand her and forgive her and celebrate her and miss her. And I love her.
I think what she loved most, from the beginning of her life until its end, was babies. Any baby would make her smile, and the babies in our family were her greatest joy. She understood far more about all of our natures than we sometimes understood ourselves. And she loved us, flaws and all, and forgave us and celebrated us. Regardless of how much she might scold us, she was fiercely loyal to us. That is a trait I try to emulate when it comes to family. I am so grateful for every member of the generations of our family that she and my father began when they fell in love.
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Wonderful photos Becky. Thanks for sharing her and your life with us.
Thank you.
And what better way to be remembered then by all you’ve left behind. Thank you for sharing your mom with us.
Yes, I know.
Thanks.
you have your mom’s smile. It seems the best of her was passed down – in every way possible.
I see characteristics of her–physical and otherwise–and my father in all of us. Thank you.
It doesn’t seem like it’s been 3 years already.
To me, either. Memories of those last six months are seared into my memory quite vividly.
Thanks for the pictures. 🙂
And I checked with my mom and she says that the two pictures ARE of me and the one after it that says it’s probably Steven is also me.
Thanks for letting me know! Now that I’ve been organizing her photos, I can probably find one of her with Steven, then I’ll fix it.
And you’re welcome. =)