Remembering My Mother

My mother was born in 1923 and lived through the great depression and WWII. She lost her first love on the Arizona when it was bombed on December 7th 1941, and married his best friend. Later when she discovered he had cheated on her, her heart was broken once again. She married my father after that because he had two children and she longed to be a mother. After just 2 short years of marriage I arrived on the scene-much to my father's dismay and displeasure.

My mother managed to keep the home fires burning while Dad made the money. We lived well but dreaded his times at home and as my mother's health declined my father was less than supportive. My mother bore much in her short 67 years on this earth.Jamie and Kaylee were great joy to her and I wish she could have known my Timmy. It was not until after my mother died that I really got to know her as a person. I spent many hours reading her love letters and realizing how destiny changed her life. I remember her husband coming back one day whenI was in Kindergarten and him proclaiming he would always love her and my mother refsuing to leave a new husband and take me because it would mean leaving my 1/2 brother and sister. She alkways had a sense of style, and of grace. She lived by her principles and I still miss her advice. There is no one that loves quite as much as your mother. There is no one who knows you better.

This mother's day I remember my mother who lived through much, sacraficed in all, and now looks over my family from above. I remember how once a year I got to play hooky from school and the two of us would get to do something special. I remember how she shared her love of books with me and encouraged me to go to college. She was Irish and English and above all she was a mother.