She was a woman who listened with her heart. Kind. Caring. Fun. One who naturally, and genuinely spoke an encouraging word to those in need. Whether it be a dear friend, or stranger. From an early age I had observed whoever she was with she made feel special; by giving them her undivided time, by being present to them and letting them know what they said, and shared was important to her.
Filled with faith. She was steadfast and true. Easy to be around. Easy to laugh. Easy to love. She would say if you can’t say something nice about someone, don’t say anything at all. She always saw the glass half full, and believed, and trusted the Lord would provide.
Hard working and persevering at her job away from home, and at home; raising two children and providing a joyful, peaceful, secure atmosphere where love abounded. Her kids and grandsons adored her, and she them. She was talented and creative, but unassuming. Blessed with a generous spirit. An avid reader, especially poetry, she would read aloud to her son and daughter from the time they were very young: Eugene Field, Longfellow, Edgar A. Guest, Dickinson, James Whitcomb Riley and others.
My brother and I cherished those times! I always knew how fabulous and lovely Mother was, how lucky Walt and I were she was our Mom. Especially now feeling the void, the emptiness of her not being here, physically near to hear her voice. For her to read aloud one more time from one of her favorite books.
Today, April 24 is my Mother’s birthday. She would be 89. Mother, my brother, Walt and my husband are gone - called to their heavenly home. I long for them, lonely for their presence. I picture them together, and listen for their laughter as they celebrate Mom, and smile. Remembering. It was a good time. It was the best time. It seemed a short time. But such a good time. It was a party just being near you .
Happy Birthday, my dearest, most darling Mother! Oh! How I love you. Forever and always. … your daughter, Kathy
