On her next birthday in September, mom would have been 80 years old.
As far back as I can remember, my mom would leave little notes. No matter the subject. She’d always sign them “love and”…something. Love and lots of fun, love and where’s your report card, love and hot dogs for dinner. The second part of her closing was always unique and specific. Love always came first.
My mother would have been 76 this coming Saturday. I wrote this when she passed away in July, 1999:
It will not be easy to put into words how much we loved and will miss you
The only way I can come close is with our thanks.
Thank you for your patience.
Thank you for your strength.
Thank you for showing us how to love generously. You loved your family with all you had and still had love left over for others. You loved your children – all your children, whether they were…
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