Mom, well most people called her Jean, was very thoughtful, she loved to learn, she loved to teach
and loved to shop at Kohls.
She recharged in silence in the backyard garden with the flowers, butterflies and birds.
Jean loved to read and was a voracious reader.
Her home was filled with enough books to start a small used book store!
From the outside, it looks like she saved everything, but on closer investigation you’ll see she saved things for others that would make a difference in their lives.
Whether it was empty bottles for planting seeds, empty toilet paper rolls for a friend craft project,
or empty boxes for gift wrapping. The things she saved were for a purpose.
The boxes filling her attic were full of objects reminding her of beautiful memories
she shared with the people she loved.
Her great grandmothers hand made gown and bonnet, her grandmothers crystal berry bowl,
her mom’s college diploma, even the hand written payment ledger for the house
her parents bought in the 20’s and where she was raised.
She kept every card she was ever given, including the mothers day cards
made by me and my brothers when we were as young as 2, 3 and 4.
And she saved the sweater we fought over when I was in high school,
my clothes I wore to school, my jewlery and nick-knacks from when I was 13
and we had our big fight and I moved to dads. All carefully stored away.
as if she was saving them for me when I came home.
She was a historian at heart, enjoying hours of research on her family, our family ancestry.
Most of all, she loved to love. She had a big heart, and if you talked to anyone who knew her,
they'd say she lit up the room when she walked in. I am glad I came home,
and witnessed my mom through the eyes of her now family and long time friends,
she was no longer the 20 something young mom struggling with three kids,
and worried about how to put food on the table.
She bloomed into such a beautiful lady,
I know my grandparents are proud of her and love she spread over the course of her life.
Her life wasn’t easy and she sure had her share of challenges,
though her faith was always to carry her through.
She lived with pain in her body most of her life.
and often thought it was because she had polio at the age of 3, which weakened her structure.
You would never know this, she carried on and held her head high,
accepting her lot in life with grace and quiet reflection.
I feel so lucky to have inherited her journals.
Each page an unfolding of a Nancy Drew mystery, who was the woman behind the mask of mom.
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