My Mother and Me...

This year, Mother's Day also happens to be Bud's and My 46th wedding anniversary. I won't be online, but I still wanted to dedicate today to Bud...AND my mom!!! Happy Anniversary Bud. And....


Mom and Hootin' Anni c. 1949
a cellphone photo from original

Dear Mom:
Tho you have been gone for over 20 years, you remain in my heart and soul and mind...daily!
Mom, you were my nurse, my confidant, my friend, my mentor.
You continue to be with me...
Since you've left us all behind, a lot has happened.
Your favorite granddaughter, Irene, will soon have a Master's Degree...
...she has become the manager of a safe house where she and the boys reside.
Never a dull moment, and keeping herself busy, unselfishly helping others!
Irene has two grown sons. You met Clint, but not Dillon.
Irene named Dillon after Dad...Dillon has the same middle name as Dad.
You'd be so proud!! He graduates with honors next week! And has been accepted to a Christian College.
Bud and I are in Texas now...you'd love the ocean, I know you would.
Erik has a sweetheart, Olga.
She is a bundle of energy that keeps Erik happy, going strong, and busy.
Erik left the Marine Corps when Dad passed away just 4 years after you...
He graduated from St. Thomas University in Houston with his Bachelor's Degree AND a Master's Degree.
Now working on his Doctorate [PhD] in Political Science, he plans to travel, write, and continue teaching at a local college as a professor.

I miss you. But, I think you know that. I feel your presence and know you're still looking after me and my family as you always did. I miss your smile, your humor, you fun-loving ways!
'til we meet again someday...

With all my love,
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
your ever-lovin' daughter
Anni


Edith Irene
died August, 1990
...forever my mom



Here is a poem I wrote many years ago about mom and dad. Love Beckons True

LOVE BECKONS TRUE©

More than half a century their love was.

At a baseball game they met.

Schoolmate and brother ushered acquaintance.

Mother....

Flaxen hair she had.

Blue eyes, glittering in the sun.

Father asked his friend....

Do you know her?

Sure! She's my sister, Mother's brother replied.

I'll introduce her. But, wait.

Wait 'til the end of inning one.

Mother...

Flirtatious? Yes, indeed.....and, why not?

Hmmmmm she thought. This guy,

a man of such competence, he's gotta be fun!

He was a find, what we can call hot!

Father....

Dark hair parted in the middle. Dapper,

dressed to the nines.

Father & Mother....

Wow! This one, yes this one...

He/She just hasta be mine.

Love grew.

Sacred vows were declared.

Still.....

Life together was not always a ball game.

Work mixed with laughter.

Hardships, good times, days mixed with tears.

The harder they worked, the more they laughed.

And stronger their bond became.

Years passed....

I grew to adulthood.

Didn't acknowledge the affection they shared.

Too busy all wrapped up in myself.

No, I didn't bother. Never cared.

As age turned into decades.

I realized something dear.

Their life was spiritual, so vibrant.

So true to each other.

A union was pledged, unbroken.

All too soon....

The dark hair parted in the middle

and flaxen braids disappeared.

Even a paunch for a belly was seen.

Golden curls were replaced with silver strands.

Years passed, but their love remained keen.

A third generation was created.

Great grandchildren to indulge.

Warm hearts with open arms & devotion combine.

A house full of happiness, a room full

of love. And...

Most of all, these parents are mine!

Mother left.

Father stayed a while longer.

His lonely heart couldn't handle the loss.

Or maybe in his mind what he felt, was blame.

He left us shortly thereafter.

No more sorrow he was in.

They're again eternally together.

Now watching us below, at our own "ball" game.

And their daughter....?

Gone are those days now.

I am told time heals all, tears shed in vain.

The loss will never leave me.

This sorrow will always remain.

But I now, the one with no care,

relive daily the memories galore.

Today, for me, their love was true.

With me, it will always be there.

With great admiration

and devotion....

Your daughter, Anni

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