About Mom

I guess I should have written this first but as I told you on my side bar I might flip flop around.

Mom was born on October 7th 1940 on her mother's kitchen table. Yes really. She has 10 other siblings and I know that only the youngest was born in a hospital. She married right out of high school and had us kids. My 2 older brothers and myself. My parents separated when I was 5 and mom raised us on her own. My father was still in the picture but mostly just financially. She took no crap from us kids and just her "look" made you set back. I'm so proud of the way she raised my brothers. They are wonderful, compassionate, reliable men. Granted we had our many fights but we were always there for each other no matter what. The four of us developed such a close bond that it made moms passing even harder on us. She remarried many years later to a wonderful man who brought her such love and devotion.

Mom was a home body just like her mother. She would rather have everyone come to her house then go out. So thats what happened. Regardless of what was going on we all went to my mothers every Sunday for dinner, picnics, watch football whatever. We were just there and together. Now we stopped in during the week too and mom and I always talked at least once a day. Aunts, uncles, cousins, and close friends started joining in on this weekly tradition. The house could get crowded and overrun by small children but we worked it out. She hosted many football parties, surprise parties, baby showers and holiday get togethers. Everyone wanted to be part of this incredible relationship we had with our family and mom made sure everyone felt welcomed.

Her top priority was her children. She often said "love me, love my children" She was very strong, outspoken and caring women. She was everyone's best friend and the only person you called when you needed help, advice or just someone to listen.

Before she passed she made us promise that Sundays would never change.