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| My Parents are now both gone from this earthly home but I feel
them around me always. I do miss their physical body being with me so
very much. Although I was 17 when my Mother left me, and I don't remember her face very well...I do remember her spirit, and she was so full of spirit and fun. She was so liked by everyone she met, she knew no stranger. When my Father left me, I was already in California and I didn't have a chance to say Good Bye. I needed to talk to him before he left and never had the opportunity. We have talked since that time, and I feel at peace with his passing now. I know that he is happier now than when he was on this earth... He is again with Mom. This page is for them, my love has never stopped because they are not physically here with me..They will always be with me.
Sylvia 1924 ~ 1968 |
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| My Mother left us at the very young age of 44. I can't say we always
saw eye to eye, but there was no doubt that I loved her, and she loved me.
It was never spoken, but it was understood. She was the kind of Mom that
everyone liked, fact of the matter, I had boyfriends that would come over
to see her, if I was there was only coincidental. When she passed away,
one boyfriend in particular mourned and cried for her as much as the family
did. She had that kind of impact on everyone. It was often said of her, "she
would talk to a tree if it would talk back to her". And she had this laugh
...someone once told me they could always tell when Sylvia was around because
they could hear her chicken cackle laugh. I didn't always appreciate how all my friends got along with her, in fact, I can admit out loud (I've been doing this internally for years) that I didn't always appreciate her at all. I'm not proud of that, but please keep in mind, I was 17 years old and full of myself and the world around me. I was a 60's child, and thought I knew more than anyone else, but Mom (Bless her) in her back roads, down home way of doing things would give me the rope I needed, until she saw I had reached my limit (I of course resented it then, but she was so much wiser than ). She was so funny. She always seemed to think of new ways to make everyone laugh. Like the time, when I was engaged to a young man from Canada, he, his sister and another friend would often come up and spend the week-end with my family, this particular time someone got a squirt gun, and then several more materialized (to this day, I don't know where they came from) long story short, a major water fight took place ... inside our home , Mom didn't get a squirt gun however, she went one better .. she used the kitchen sink sprayer, everyone and everything got soaked; water got into the dining room light globe, and it broke. It wasn't until years later, I realized that someone had gotten our old movie camera and captured this all on film. Dad didn't know anything about it, until he saw the movie, years later .. My mother loved Roses, but she was very, very allergic to them. None the less she insisted that my Dad plant her a Rose garden, which he did. She would go out to the garden when the Roses were in bloom, and lift them to her face and draw in their fragrence .. and for days later her eyes would be swollen, she wouldn't be able to breathe well .. but that never stopped her from going back out to the garden. That is why I have a Rose on her page .. |
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| I'm a Mom now, and oh how I wished my Mother could have held my boys. I know she has seen them, I have felt her presence..at the time of their birth and when times were a little tough for me...She was there. I also know she is "tickled" because both my sons have Red hair just like her.. I'm sure you know Mom, both Matthew and Jason (and all your other Grandchildren) have been told what a wonderful and funny person you are...They know you almost as much as if you had been here, and they know that one day they will get to meet you face to face. |
| I have gone through so many different changes, changing ideas
and goals while searching for the right kind of life for me. You were always
ready to help me at all times. It must have seemed like I would never follow
one straight path. Now that I know what I am doing and where I am going,
I can only show you my extreme appreciation for your support, by being true
to all the ideals and values that you tried to teach me. Thank you forever
for standing by me. I love and appreciate you forever.
Thank you Matthew....I Love You |
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A Mother's Prayer
Dear Lord, It's such a hectic day,
Running errands and matching socks,
Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord, --author unknown -- |
Victor 1922 ~ 1995
| I never had a chance to tell him good Bye or I Love You.
It has been almost 6 years since he left us, and it is getting easier for
me to accept.
He had retired to a small town in the thumb of Michigan, with little medical facilities. He became very ill, and would be admitted to the hospital there, released only to be readmitted a few days later. He finally went to back to our hometown of Flint, Michigan...Where he found out he had lung cancer. Most of the information I was getting was from the person he was married to, and she kept assuring me everything was just fine. You see I live in California, and was going to come back, but was told it wasn't necessary. I spoke to my father the day he found out he had cancer. It was the last time I spoke to him.. He was going into surgery to relieve the fluid again....and he never woke up. He wouldn't wait for me... As much as I miss him, I 'm so thankful to God for not allowing him to suffer. I Love You Dad |
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~High Flight~
Up, up, the long, delirious, burning blue,
And while with silent lifting mind
[By: John Gillespie Magee, Jr., |
What Makes A
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