Monday, May 11, 2009

May 11, 2009

My sweet mother passed away one year ago today. This is the 365th day without her. There has not been one day that I have not missed her. I am so grateful for her sweet love and example for all of her family, and the legacy of faith that she left us. The good news is that she endured to the end. She was prepared to meet her maker. This photo was taken one week before she died. She was always so beautiful. I love this picture and am so glad that I took it. She was smiling at me and I just grabbed a picture of her. She was at the birthday party for great Grandaughter, Olivia who turned 5.
She was carried into the house, and up the stairs in her wheelchair. She never liked the idea of a wheelchair, but it gave her some mobility the last few weeks.


This afternoon, Becky walked in with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a card. Heidi had the idea for each of them to write a little note to me, and give me some flowers. Thank you Heidi, and Becky! I have the sweetest most wonderful daughters in the world. Their sweet sentiments brought a lot of comfort to me.


Friday afternoon, Brian came over with some lilacs for me, and we added a few of them to a bouquet that I had purchased for moms grave. It was a Mother's Day tribute, as well as marking the anniversary of her passing. He drove me to the cemetery. It looked nice, Everything was well groomed and they had trimmed around all of the stones. There were flowers on a lot of mother's graves, and I felt compassion for everyone who has lost their mother.

3 comments:

Heidi said...

What a lovely tribute to a lovely woman. I know she is very pleased with the woman you are becoming, mom. :-) The flowers are lovely--Becky did a great job. Love you.

Becky said...

That was such a sweet post mom! I love the picture...Grandma always looked so lovely,even when she was so sick. I am so thankful for her!

Heather said...

We all loved her too- she was such an amazing woman and always made me feel loved and welcome. I hope to be like her someday.