My mom is the moms mom. She took care of us all. Especially my dad. He never had to wonder about anything. She took care of it all. Maybe to much because he is so lost now with out you.
She had a especially hard beginning of her life. She had to live with her aunt and uncle for over a year while her mom took care of things while divorcing her dad. But in time her mom found another man she loved so much and loved my mom like his very own. They had a perfect family. She said if she could have one wish then, it would be a brother or sister. But that never happened. Sometimes it was very lonely being an only child. When she met her husband to be, (my dad) it was a whirlwind courtship of 3 short months and they married. Over a year later I was born. Then little over 3 years later my brother. She focused everything on us. People don't know what kind of person she really was with us. She did many things for us and always had a saying. "don't tell your father, he'll kill me if he knew what we did". Of course he wouldn't, but he would have given her a hard time. She had a knack with dinner especially. She color coated the meals. And now I find myself doing the very same thing. You had your meat and starch and had to have a colorful veggie for us to eat,she would say, even when we hated the veggie. She would go hunting just to spend time with dad. She worked, oh did she work. I remember when I was in 8th grade and my dad was very ill, she worked 4 different jobs a week for a year and half to make ends meet. She NEVER complained at all. Which was her down fall. We never knew when she was sick until she was very sick. She was a quiet, compassionate woman that, as she said, knew her place. She always said, I don't know any other way to do something because that's how she was taught. She definaltley wasn't up with the times of womans lib. But boy did she love my dad. They were so cute together at times. Watching them, they were the typical family. They both were extremely giving. Always giving money to people when they needed it, and never wanting to ask when they needed it. As much as when we are kids and we say we may hate our parents, they know we don't . And as we get older we learn to appreciate what sacrifices they made for us growing up. It's funny, I remember times like her asking Larry and myself about our plans for a family. She came to us crying one day, pleading not to have Jen as our only child. You don't know how lonely it is without anyone to talk to. Please promise me you will have more children, she asked us. And we did. We had Jen, Amanda, and Krissy. All three girls now have given me soon to be 8 grandchildren. Mom loved that part. She loved the kids and doing for the kids. It always made them both smile when they were around. She was so proud of them. After each of them were born we took them to her job then at Hudson Valley Senior Residence. She showed them off with everyone there. Oh how she loved those babies. She told me one day when I'm gone it's your turn to make them happy. It's your job. I know what she meant soon after Sierra was born. WOW...this is what my mom was talking about. How wonderful it is. What a great feeling. My mom taught me alot. I just never realize how much until she was gone and I sat down and thought about it. Oh how I miss her now. I remember telling her one day how right she was when Jen was born. And how hard it is to be a mom. But very rewarding. She was right. She was right in alot of what she said.
