Thankful for a Loving Mother
My mother was a child of the depression. My grandparents immigrated from Ireland products of the oppression at that time against the British. Mom had 3 sisters and 2 brothers. In addition to becoming citizens of the USA, my grandparents sponsored other relatives to immigrate. Their home was a boarding house in Mom's youth.
My father served in the United States Army. Together they purchase a home for me, my sister and my brother in Queens County NY. Unfortunately, Mom became a wdiow at the age of 32 and had to support 3 children and a mortgage working 3 different jobs.
Mom taught us all skill sets that served us well into the ages. We learned how to cook, shop, clean home, manners and had time to participate in activities like Girl Scouts, the church band and so forth.
It was heartbreaking for her to have a rebellious child like me. Overtime we learn to forgive, adjust and share at a difference consciousness as we face each decade of our life. We make choices and live with the consequences of those choices.
In later years our priorities alter based on our level of health and happiness. I am fortunate to have spent quite of bit of time traveling together.
I can attest to ageing with disabilities and learned along the way how to make the process more fun. We never know when your maker will call you home nor how we will grieve the great loss.
It's been 8 years since that loss, and it still feels like yesterday. Until we meet again Mom. I sorely miss you in my life. I am grateful for the time we shared together along our journey.
image credits Night Cafe Studio
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