Wednesday, July 10, 2013
On a special day in 1990 I gained the most wonderful step-mom. She was beautiful and compassionate toward everyone. I don't know how many people and animals she 'saved' through out the years. Every cat she ever had was a cast-off, injured or handicapped, it didn't matter. She wouldn't even let a cat get a mouse if she could help it. Her chicken was also 'special' and she wouldn't allow anyone to 'hunt' the geese that sullied the area around the pond even though it would have make them all go away.
It didn't matter what time of day, she always was there for anyone. Food or drink or just sit at the table and talk, visitors were always welcome and even encouraged. Especially in these last few years and even the last days when she couldn't get out of the house. Yes mom was sick but we weren't expecting her to leave us so soon.
In more recent years I would sit on an old step-stool in the kitchen right under her chair and she would stoke my hair as I told her my sorrows and fears and troubles. I was going thru the divorce and leaving the town that I was very involved and active in.
Mom was not very secure or confident. She would ask if her hair was alright, ever time and would ask pop if she was beautiful. She wanted to appear right and pretty to the world. The outside reflected so much of the inner beauty that I don't think anyone could have even dared to disagree or even think of it. I didn't get to see or talk to mom as much as I wanted but I did every chance I could.
I haven't been over to see mom for a bit and feel very guilty about not having stopped in and not said goodbye. Pop told me today at the funeral that I need to live every day like it was my last and that they missed me and thought of me often. Do not to be sad about the missed goodbye because every time I left, I had to say goodbye. I am very comforted by these words.