Some people have told me that I looked like my mother. I just wish I was (half) the wonderful Mother she was. She taught me about love and self-sacrifice, hard work and doing your best. She loved her children & gave us all a sense that we were special to her and that she was proud of each of us. That is the goal I strive for ... to let my sons know that they are special to me and that I am proud of them both.
On Mother's Day each year I always think about the fact that I was blessed to have had a Wonderful Mother. Her life ended way too early when she died at the age of 50 from heart disease. I was only 25 yrs. old at the time with two little boys (one 3 and the other only 16 months). They never got to know what a Wonderful Grandma she was. She didn't get to see them grow up and turn out to be fine young men....... nor did she get to see other grandchildren born after she was gone and even great grandchildren. I miss her terribly to this very day and think of her so often and wish I could put my arms around her one more time and tell her how VERY special she was and what she meant to me and to so many others that loved her dearly.
