In memory of my Mom

Mom was great.  She was loving, caring and she had a special kind of radar that didn't let me get away with nothing.  And she could give me that "look" when I was pushing it.  She loved to sing.  Oh man she loved to sing.  I remember as a child when my Dad would pull out the accordion and she and her sister Donna  and my uncle Clayton would sing "You are my sunshine"  and a host of other songs.  Then when my brother Jimmy would pull out his guitar and Dad on his and when I learned, me with mine, we would have fantastic sing-a-longs. Those were special times.  My  Moms love of singing continued for as long as she was able to sing, nearly right up to the end. In her later years she would go and sing Karaoke, I never imagined she could do that, but she did.  That is how much she loved it.  She also loved to dance.  She and my Dad could really tear up the floor when the music was going good. Mom  also made the absolute BEST  Chocolate chip cookies EVER!  Dad said she always cooked so good because she always added love to her cooking, and I know  that to be true.  She added love to everything.  Mom and my Dad had a wonderful 52 years of marriage and when Dad retired, they traveled.  They went on cruises, bought a motor home and saw the country.  She loved traveling, and she loved her home.  It was never just a house where Mom was.  It was a home.  She could do so much to brighten a place up.  She had a real gift. She loved her kids, stepkids, grandchildren and great grandchildren.  And she loved her dog "Gizmo" too.   Mom, I love you (I know you can hear me) and I will miss you.  Thanks for everything Mom.  Thanks for everything.  I love you.

With love

Bob

 

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