I think about my mother often. She’s been gone from me almost two years now and I still wish I could pick up a phone and just say hi. I never called home as much as I would love to now but that just how it is I suppose. My mother was a teacher and she taught me a lot of things. Too many to recount here. Suffice it to say that she was the rock that served as the foundation of my development. I remember her reading to me Green Eggs and Ham over and over with her finger underscoring each word and then she would ask me to read it back to her and I would. I enjoyed reading to my mother. I always looked forward to hearing her say “Very good, Mark” Every child wants to please their mother and I certainly was no different.
She was a very soft-hearted, kind and soft-spoken person and I NEVER saw her mistreat anyone. Her entire life was an example that I can celebrate. However it wasn’t her life that I remember most now. Its how she handled the prospect of death that I remember. She battled cancer off and on for 22 years. She fought it until it finally caught up with her. When it did, she never wallowed or cried and asked “why me?”. She bravely faced it and if she was ever in pain it never showed. My mother didn’t know fear. It just wasn’t a part of her make-up. Her last lesson to me was a lesson in courage that I try to practice everyday. Its not always easy and sometimes I don’t know how she did it. With God’s help I will learn it because its such a wonderful trait to past on the Rachel.
I miss her tremendously.
Here is a slideshow of snapshot photos I gathered of my mother. I put this together as a tribute to her memory.
Happy Mother’s Day.
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