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Living Memories of my Mom
As spring and Mother's Day near, I am reminded of two things, my Mom's death and the life she brought. I loved my Mom. She meant a lot too me. My Mom was born in 1927 in the hills of southern Ohio. She died a couple of years ago on April 1st after a combination of several health problems finally got the best of her. It all happened very fast. I always thought my Mom was indestructible but even she could not defeat death. She had a long and good life. She gave life to four of us, myself, my brother and my sisters. She also spread life through her love of flowers. I was reminded of this today when I looked out and saw our tulips sprouting out of the ground. Spring brings life.
Almost 17 years ago, Spring brought new life to our house. My first daughter was born. Mom was very excited when Jess was born. She loved her grandkids and would always light up whenever she saw either one of my girls. Jess always seemed to have a special bond with my Mom from the start. They are alike in many ways. Sometimes I look at my daughter and see my Mom. I remember when Mom died I told my daughters that she would would live on in all of us, and she does. I guess I am lucky to have such a beautiful reminder of her around my house everyday.
Another beautiful reminder I have around my house are many flowers that I transplanted after my Mom passed away. She always loved her flowers. The outside of her house was surrounded by tulips, mums, roses,daffodils, clematis vines and tons of other varieties! I did a lot of landscaping and planted a lot of flowers when we moved here and my Mom always enjoyed sitting on our porch and looking at all the blooms. I always depended on her to tell me the names of the different plants because I could never remember. She knew them all by heart. I think I really planted those flowers as much for her as I did myself because I knew how she enjoyed them.
Many of the plants and flowers she enjoyed were dug up and transplanted by members of my family. The old rose bush I transferred, it bloomed the summer she died..... A single bloom. I allowed several neighbors to take plants for their own homes. Hopefully, as Spring comes they will be enjoyed and blossom in her memory. As those memories blossom, my daughter continues to bloom into a beautiful girl much like her Grandma. Like the flowers, a living memory.