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Happy Mother's Day

I was sitting and thinking about Mother's Day and missing my Mom. We always had so much fun telling each other Happy Mother's Day and celebrating it together. She has been gone 8 years now and I sure wish I could tell her Happy Mother's Day. She was a wonderful Mom, Mamo, Grandma and best friend. I just wanted to share 3 layouts I did about my Mom. Then one is about me being a Mom. I wouldn't trade it for the world. While I wouldn't want to go back because I sure couldn't keep up now, I do miss some of those days. So Happy Mother's Day to all the women out there!



Journalling reads: The angels gathered near your bed so very close to you. For they knew the pain and suffering that you were going through. I thought about so many things as I held tightly to your hand. Oh how I wished that you were strong and happy once again. But your eyes were looking homeward to that place beyond the sky. Where Jesus held his outstretched arms, it was time to say good-bye. I struggled with my selfish thoughts for I wanted you to stay. So we could walk and talk again like we did just yesterday. But Jesus knew the answer and I knew He loved you so. So I gave to you life’s greatest gift. The gift of letting go. Now my heart will carry memories of the love you gave to me. Until we meet again in heaven where the best is yet to be.



Journaling reads: What do you see when you look at this layout?
Feet? Yes you are right. But these feet are special,
and my last Christmas memory of Mom. It was Christmas
2000 and she stayed the night so she could be there
to watch my boys open their presents. I just happened
to catch her feet in the picutre but I didn't know those
would be some of the last photos of her. You see she was
promoted to Heaven in April 2001. If I had known those
would be the last photos of her I would have taken so many
more and gotten all of her. So you see, those feet are
special and when I see those pictures I look very hard and
wish I could see the rest of her in the picture. Those
feet carried my best friend and Mom around for 66 years and ...
I do miss them so.



Journaling reads: I will never forget that morning : January 15, 2001. You called me at 8am and told me you had slipped on the frost on the front porch when the cat darted out the door. You told me your neck and head were hurting and I asked if you had hit them. You said you hadn't but that you just needed to talk to me for a minute. All of a sudden you told me to call 911 and went unconscious. I yelled for the boys and told Tim to run to the neighbors and call 911 because your phone was off the hook. I ran so fast and will never forget the urgency I felt while trying to get there. Andrew held the phone and talked to you the whole time till I got to the house. I could hear the ambulance behind me as I got there. You had a brain aneurysm and they didn't think you would live on the lifeflight to Dallas. You did and after 5 weeks in ICU, you came back to rehabilitate at St. Michaels. You came home on March 22, 2001 and I didn't know that you would leave us on April 26, 2001. I miss our phone calls just to talk about the bird you saw outside. I miss talking to you for an hour on the phone about nothing at all but enjoying every minute. I miss sharing my life with you and think of how much you have missed. Being a great grandma, three more grandbabies, my boys graduating high school and one joining the Navy. I miss so many things. But most of all...
I miss you
Profoundly. Deeply. Forever.



Journaling reads: When I grew up I always wanted to be a mom. I was blessed with Andrew and Tim. I have been a teacher, homeschooling both of you. I have been a nurse through operations, stitches and broken things. I have been a hostess for many birthday parties. I have been a maid, washing clothes, picking up stuff and washing dishes. I have been a cheerleader and broke many lawnchairs trying to help you score a goal. I have been a cook and made my share of burritos. chocolate cake, pancakes, and spaghetti. I would not trade one day of being a mom for all the money in the world and enjoy watching both of you grow into wonderful young men who still and always will, call me...MOM.

Quilts and Mom

This is a quilt that my mother made for me. I didn't remember it was for me till after she died. She made a quilt for each of her grandchildren and we kept her pretty busy, she made twelve of them and decided to go from baby quilts to larger ones. She was going to make each of us children one (there are 4 of us). She made my sister one and then died in 2001. I was going through her things and thought about the fact that I never did get mine. We were very close, actually she was my best friend and I would have cherished it so. I came upon a quilt that had been finished and had the backing folded with it. I realized the it was one she had done for me. I had forgotten all about it but recalled her saying that she was going to make it for me since I would appreciate the odd colors. It was Amish and my mother always loved Amish things. I was so excited to find it and was telling a lady at church about it. She said she was in a quilting group and they loved mom and would be happy to quilt it for me. My mother did everything by hand, she loved doing all the things that went with quilting. She would cut each piece out with her rotary cutter and then hand sew and iron each piece. Then she would pick out the design she wanted to quilt and she would trace it on there. She quilted so good that a woman told her once that she almost did museum quality and that was 12 stitches to an inch. She won many awards for her quilts. I think of her every time I see or have my quilt on me. The love she quilted into it and then the love that each woman quilted into it as they finished it for me.