Happy Mother's Day to all the great moms out there!
With the exception of the Blessed Mother, the greatest mom ever is right up there! This is my mom. It was very difficult to find a picture of her. And yes this one is from circa 1975.
She was funny, strong, supportive, stricked, beautiful, loving, a great cook, tough, inspirational, creative, talented, everyone loved her.
She grew-up the oldest in a very very poor family in Massachusetts. After graduating from high school she joined the Marine Corp. She met my dad and became a sailor's wife. Moved thirteen times in the first twelve years of marriage. When she was about 7 months pregnant with me and my sister was about eight months old she drove from Long Beach, CA to Swansea, MA by herself. She had cancer when she was pregnant with me. The doctor want to abort me. She said no. She had a complete hysterectomy when I was six weeks old. She spent a lot of time raising my sister and me on her own since my dad was out to sea nine months at a time. She moved to the farm my father grew up on in 1976. Had a pond dug within weeks of moving in so she could see the water. She loved the ocean. Loved shellfish but thought mussels were bait. Moved to the South during a time when Yankees and women weren't well thought of. Worked in a country store close to home and earned the respect of a lot of county folk. Officially became a farmer's wife when my dad retired from the Navy in 1979. Raised two daughters to be strong and independent. Had many friends. Diagnosed with lung cancer in 1993. Fought the good fight. Inspired many. Knew that heaven awaited her. May 20, 1995 with my dad, Daddy-O (only my boyfriend then) and me at her side in the house I grew-up in, she took her last breath and smiled. Without a doubt I knew she had seen those that had gone on before her and was welcomed into the loving arms of our Heavenly Father.
I miss her greatly. I wonder if she is proud of me. Feel certain she would be crazy about my kids.
I love you mamma.