Even though she has been dead since 1994, my mother's spirit lives on in her children and grandchildren. Today is her 97th birthday and I salute her gift of life, her indomitable spirit even when grief and pain were strong, and her gentle ways.
My mother was the product of a Norwegian mother and Swedish father and spoke Norwegian in her Spokane home until she went to school. She met my father, a budding orchardist who felt called to the ministry, on the Oregon Slope and married him and went off to Moody Bible Institute in Chicago during the Depression.
She created a home for our family that was loving, affectionate, full of laughter and joy, and I miss her yet.
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Thank you for sharing. I lost my mom earlier this year and it is comforting to hear that you miss them years later.
I do the same on my late dad's birthday. May your mom's soul rest in peace.
Miss Kitty, I have no doubt her soul is doing just that. Being Catholic, I tend to have a high standard for the word "saint," but if there are such, my grandmother was/is one of them. If anything, Ms. Kitty is understating her goodness.
I posted more about her on her birthday a couple of years ago here.
That, of course, is our only immortality, the effect that we have on the world and those who live in it. Clearly your mother had a considerable and unforgettable effect.
LinguistFriend
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