While I was walking today my thoughts turned to my mom who died last summer.
Sorry for the length
Some people are born and accomplish great personal achievements. And other people are just as great in the way they handle adversity with class, dignity and humility
My mom was born in Brockport NY to a loving mother and a mean alcoholic father. She counted another sister and 2 brothers. Her dad in drunken stupors would grab a pistol and chase the kids . He would also lock them in the cellar for hours sometimes all night. Her siblings couldn't handle the ugly situations and struggled with alcohol and deep depressions. My Mom fought through it all and despite his abuse took him in and cared of him despite having 2 young kids(me and my bro) and a husband. Despite the abuse I never heard my mom utter a mean word about him and showed him respect until he died at her home under my moms care.
My mom also was took care of my grandma who died at home also. According to everyone she NEVER complained. And if someone tried to complement her she hold her hand up said this is what I should be doing.
During a 5 year stretch my grandparents both succumbed to death. One her one brothers was killed driving drunk with another woman in the car. She took in my aunt after she was released from an institution. During this time she took a shotgun from a neighbor's garage went in back of the house. She put the gun stock into the ground folder herself on the barrel and pulled the trigger. She died in my moms arms. After all the tragic events she was a loving mom and a very supportive wife.
In the early fifties a distant relative died leaving a simple minded young man on his own. Close relatives did nothing. Well my mom found out and drove 300 miles and picked him up. He lived with us until he died at home surrounded by loved ones. He became part of the family we called him uncle burt we loved him.
My gave birth to 4 boys and 2 girls and loved us all.
She never and I mean never yelled at us. Never put us down. She would spank us if we put ourselves in danger. I lit a match in the bathroom and when before paddled my behind she said you could hurt yourself and others and how would you expect me to deal with that . She spanked us for playing with matches and riding our bikes into the road.
My mom was a catholic until the Priest was unable to answer questions from the bible. She the started studying with Jehovah witness who answered her questions.
She then devoted her life to helping others and was loved by a lot of people she touched.
My Mom
Loved JFK and mourned with nation when he was murdered.
The last time she voted she was utterly disappointed Hubert Humphrey lost to Nixon. Never voted again.
We had migrant workers next store to work on neighbors farm. My mom would bring over deserts and gab with sally(as they called it).She would also visit us and her kids would come over and play with us. This was during the turbulent mid 60's.
Loved animals our place was home to, at different times Crows, chipmunks, squirrels, Raccoons,rabbits, gerbils,cats,dog and my pet goat.
When someone would say an unkind word about her she would approach with an olive branch and respectfully talked it out. didn't happen often
She would make us stand for the pledge of allegiance.
She scolded me when I referred to a cemetery as a bone yard.
She hated guns
good cook.
She got sick last spring and slowly drifted away. All of us kids help take care of her when she went home from the hospital. Day and night one of us was there to help her and be with my dad.
Grand children pitched in and were big helps.
2 days before she died when it was inevitable friends from all the over the country came to say goodby.
The house was was always filled with family and friends wanting to help my wonderful mom. She touched so many people.
She died with all of the family and many friends in the house. Because she was a great person. to put it in another was, she super hero
I Comment if you want or I would like to hear about your super hero
