|flowers from my duaghter today|
...I am a fiery, Irish, red-headed girl.
...I am passionate and funny.
...I love my morning tea and afternoon coffee.
...I cherish my family and adore my grand-baby.
...I embrace beauty and love.
...I am faithful and have faith.
...I am married to my best friend, my biggest supporter.
...I have manners, respect, and compassion.
...I grew up in a wonderful home that would rival Donna Reed.
just like her...
...I have endured unspeakable loss.
...I have little patience for stupidity.
...I have suffered the sting of depression.
...I have no green thumb, pretty hands, or in-style shoes!
....I am torn.
I had a much different post in mind tonight but the words just wouldn't flow when I sat down to write. My mother deserves much more than a little list from me. She deserves to be remembered with respect, with a smile, with love. I miss her more than words can begin to say, just as I miss the little boy and my dad. She was the driving force in my life and continues to be so now. There is nothing that I do that doesn't cause me to wonder what she would think. Most of the time I think she would be happy and proud. She was a force to be reckoned with and she left behind a daughter who is her biggest fan. Love and squishes to my mom today and always...j