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Time for a repost

I am reposting my Mother's Day post from last year, as I see it fit to insert it here, after my last post. I really looked up to my mom and still do as she had many challenges in her life, but never gave up. This post was originally written on May 13, 2007.

For the fourth year running, I have been unable to wish my mom a happy Mother's Day, as she passed away in April, 2004. But I did take the mother of my children out for dinner last night and made dinner today-ham, mashed potatoes with gravy, corn, and biscuits.

As some are aware, I do like to watch NASCAR. One thing I've admired about NASCAR is that they have not raced on Mother's Day, but today is different as it rained last night and postponed it until today. Today, the command to start was given by 21 of the driver's mothers.

Memories of my own mother: To your left is a picture of me with my mother on my wedding day in 1979. I've made the comment before that my mom was my biggest fan. She gave me a lot of support for all my endeavors. My mom didn't have the easiest of lives either. Her parents were both alcoholics, and I probably wouldn't be too far wrong by saying that my grandfather was the town drunk. She didn't have too good a reputation in her early twenties, and her first husband beat her. Heredity hasn't been too fair either as our family has been affected by a condition known as Neurofibromatosis. My younger brother and sister both had epileptic seizures as a result of it. She took care of my brother until 1999 when they finally put him in a nursing home. The seizures also took an effect on my sister's mental state, and we now take care of her.

To my mom her most important job was to be our mom, and that kept her going after my dad passed away. She knew my interests and and tried to find things to give me pertaining to them. In fact the day she died we had plans to watch the race together. Mom wanted to make sure someone would be there to take care of my sister and brother, and when she realized they would be taken care of, Mom was at peace.

Update:As I was listening to the game where the Tribe snatched defeat from the jaws of victory, I remembered when Nick Mileti was the "owner" of the Indians. On Mother's Day one year, he honored moms in attendance by giving them all Right Guard deodorant. That really stunk.

Comments

david5258 said…
miletti didn't realize that men use right guard and the ladies like to use secret. either way, still stunk.
btw cliff, your post about your mom makes me appreciate my own mom who had her own challenges to deal with, but truly lived out her faith in CHRIST.
david5258
Michelle said…
A beautiful Mother's day tribute to your mom.

Looking at the wedding photo... How did such a petite lady have such a bear of a son? :-)
Cliff said…
Michelle: One day I will post a picture of my father and you will see.
Pat Jenkins said…
mothers can be a curse or a blessing wixy. i am glad yours was a blessing!!!
Cliff said…
Pat: By today's standards, my mom could be the worst mother in the world and everybody would justify it.

Every job she worked she was considered one of the best there. She would make sure we all had what we needed. And if I wasn't home at a certain time she would be up to make sure I was safe.

My good memories about my mother far outweigh the not so good. I wish she was still here, but I'm glad that she and Ricky are now together and neither one is suffering.
stacys1175 said…
that was so beautiful. that is neat about Nascar not having a race on mother's day just goes to show what family means to them.

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