I know you may think I'm going back in time, but this is a day that I'll never forget. Forty years ago today, my mother died in an automobile crash.
She was 42(my brother and I disagree on her year of birth), but it doesn't matter. She was way too young to be taken from us. She had three children. A 22 year old son, a 20 year old daughter, and a 12 year old son. She also had a 2 year old granddaughter and a 1 month old grandson.
They were never given the opportunity to know this wonderful lady. I often say, 'if I could be 1/3 the person she was, that would be enough'. If you've read my blog, you've seen a picture of her as a young woman.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss her and grieve for the time I should have had with her.
I know this is a time to reflect on Fathers(mine has been gone 15 years) and I miss him dearly. It was as if I didn't really know him until we lost mother. I think he expected her to be the liason between us and him. He wasn't home much, and I saw or talked to her every day.
I miss them both, but I miss her most. I love you mom, and I shall never forget what you meant to me then and what you still mean to me now. I wish all children had a good mother just like you.
Have a great Friday. Pray for our country. Love one another.