I have posted here many times about my mother.
Mama died about two weeks ago.
She passed very peacefully, I guess in sort of a
semi-coma. About 15 minutes before she died, I
bent down close to her, identified myself, and said,
"Mama, I love you." She nodded slightly. It was very
rewarding to know she heard me.
She was 97 in January. She retired from working in the
local library at 92, I believe. She fell just before Christmas
2014, and had been in a nursing home since then. Other than
short-term memory loss, she pretty well maintained her wits.
She always knew all her sons, daughters in law, grand children,
and great grand children when any of us visited, which was
just about daily.
She spent her life doing for her boys and her husband. She was a
spiritual giant. She was a 43 year breast cancer survivor. She
learned how to use a computer after she was 85 years old. She
could shoot a rifle well, and kept her Model 37 by her bedside
until after she was 90. She had only an 8th grade education
because she had to go to work in a cotton mill at 13 to help
support her family. She was self-educated and a voracious
reader all her life. She would often call me, in recent years,
while I was driving to work, to complain about and discuss some
current event. She was particularly incensed about the recent
events in Benghazi.
I have much to thank her for. As I said, everything she did was
for her family, her God, or some special friends.
About all I can say is that hers was a life well lived.
Mama died about two weeks ago.
She passed very peacefully, I guess in sort of a
semi-coma. About 15 minutes before she died, I
bent down close to her, identified myself, and said,
"Mama, I love you." She nodded slightly. It was very
rewarding to know she heard me.
She was 97 in January. She retired from working in the
local library at 92, I believe. She fell just before Christmas
2014, and had been in a nursing home since then. Other than
short-term memory loss, she pretty well maintained her wits.
She always knew all her sons, daughters in law, grand children,
and great grand children when any of us visited, which was
just about daily.
She spent her life doing for her boys and her husband. She was a
spiritual giant. She was a 43 year breast cancer survivor. She
learned how to use a computer after she was 85 years old. She
could shoot a rifle well, and kept her Model 37 by her bedside
until after she was 90. She had only an 8th grade education
because she had to go to work in a cotton mill at 13 to help
support her family. She was self-educated and a voracious
reader all her life. She would often call me, in recent years,
while I was driving to work, to complain about and discuss some
current event. She was particularly incensed about the recent
events in Benghazi.
I have much to thank her for. As I said, everything she did was
for her family, her God, or some special friends.
About all I can say is that hers was a life well lived.
