My mother was the foundation of our home. As a little girl I remember hearing her silent tears at night while she lay in bed. I did not know what the tears meant but I knew that she was sad. All that i know of my dad, the man she so loved was what i heard from family. I knew they must have shared a love so deep only she would know. She held our family together, ruled with a fist and never once complained about her struggle, never was she bitter, she was resiliant,. We always had food, we never felt poor.
I would marvel at the many thing my mother could do, she was the master cook, cake decorator, made the best black cake ever, she was a seamtress, she could ride a motor cycle, drive a truck, nothing would stand in her way. I never remember my mom once complain, she took the task of being mom the best way she knew how.
Can one imagine what she must have felt suddenly on her own with five young children to raise, no income or savings.. She had to pull on her resources, I cannot imagine how she did it, she never talked about the difficulty or if there were i never knew. Our life was simple, we had everything we could need to keep us comfortable. My mother somehow managed, and this is only a testimony to her resilance and evidence of the strength of a woman, a special woman, my mom.
Mom you thought me every thing I know today, I have only half the strenght you have ... you were truly and amazing woman, I cherish all the times that I have had with you, I was lost when you left,, and my grief was so silent for many years until I finally was able to say goodbye. We will meet again, rest my dear mom, your memory is eternal.
