In Memoriam
Mom was special in so many ways. She was never too busy for us, and was quick to volunteer at our schools, (Teaching us never to exclude others, even if they weren’t the most popular child in the class.) Mom became a Girl Scout leader to make sure that there was a troop for us to join. She even became the arts and crafts counselor to be able to come to Girl Scout camp with us.
Neighborhood kids always knew that they were welcome at our house to play. That welcome continued to USY parties and conventions, cast parties and to college friends in need of a place to spend the holidays.
As I grew up, my girl friends discovered how much they enjoyed conversing with Mom. Sometimes an hour would go by before they remembered that they called to talk to me.
When she and our father started traveling, she’d leave me with a freezer full of home cooked meals and a scavenger hunt that would take me all over the house looking for silly notes and little gifts. Mom even took the time to send postcards and bring back little treasures for a little girl, (The granddaughter of a co-worker of mine), that had befriended me… Pretending that they were from a teddy bear that the child had given me.
She never stopped being a mom or a grandmother; delighting in her grandson and the comments he came up with. And when Max became a father, she was always looking forward to the next photos or visit with his sons.
Neighborhood kids always knew that they were welcome at our house to play. That welcome continued to USY parties and conventions, cast parties and to college friends in need of a place to spend the holidays.
As I grew up, my girl friends discovered how much they enjoyed conversing with Mom. Sometimes an hour would go by before they remembered that they called to talk to me.
When she and our father started traveling, she’d leave me with a freezer full of home cooked meals and a scavenger hunt that would take me all over the house looking for silly notes and little gifts. Mom even took the time to send postcards and bring back little treasures for a little girl, (The granddaughter of a co-worker of mine), that had befriended me… Pretending that they were from a teddy bear that the child had given me.
She never stopped being a mom or a grandmother; delighting in her grandson and the comments he came up with. And when Max became a father, she was always looking forward to the next photos or visit with his sons.
depressed