Seven years ago today, my mom died. Mom had a life full of pain and illness. The last few years of her life she suffered terrible back problems and stomach problems. When she died, I was a little thankful because I knew at last, she was pain free.
I miss her greatly. She made quilts for all the babies and she sewed many cute little dresses for my girls. She made afghans too. I never developed a desire to do those things and I wish I had tried a little more in that regard. She taught me many things: canning fruits and vegetables among some of them. We traveled with her and my dad a lot and really enjoyed the trips we had with them.
I wish her health would have been better and that she could have lived a more full life. Although my religious beliefs are different than hers, I do know she is in a better place. I am sorry that I did not live up to her example in many ways. But I loved her very much and I miss her every day. I know my dad missed her very much and I sure he would have lived a little longer had she stayed with him longer. I do believe they are together now. Life is sad without them but life goes on and they made life what it is today.
