A Great Woman
My mom represented dignity and courage. She always had a smile and showed interest in other's lives, even in the final summer. Out on the back deck with her zinnia's and geraniums blooming, she smiled whenever she saw us coming out to join her. Throughout the years we used to come home to visit and depending on the time of year, there would be any number of foods awaiting us, comfort for the soul. If we were lucky enough to visit in August, her peach pie was an indescribable experience, I have yet to find anything that compares with that still-warm slice of heaven. Evelyn Crowley's pies were famous. Apple was a perennial favourite, but strawberry, lemon, cherry, rhubarb were in the mix too. Her hosta plants at the back door on the tiered wooden steps leading down to the clothes line were a sight to behold. Lovingly placed in the garage to over-winter, and then brought forth in the spring to provide that panacea of green in the spring. Beautiful coral coloured geraniums were a must in her home, and on the back deck. When she left the house, I failed to find even the smallest bit of courage that was needed to de-head them when I was home for that sunny warm week in September. It was as if when you left home for that last time, the clocks had run down, and we were too broken-hearted to wind them. It was easier on our aching souls to just let everything be, and wait.
You were a wonderful Mom. I should have told you all the time.
If you are blessed to be able to spend the day with your Mom, remember to tell her how much you love her.