A woman passed on today but she won't be forgotten because she's not
just any woman. Every time I hear a loud whistle, see a ocean wave, hear
someone sing to the top of their lungs, see a purple outfit, eat a bowl
of Bluebell, watch a baby laugh, and smell a good pot of gumbo I will
think of her. Of course those aren't the only times...she blessed me
with so much love and compassion for others that it's not a surprise
what career I chose. And as much time and energy as she spent on trying
to keep me in Orange...it's funny to know she still did her last ditch
effort at bringing me back. You see, I had left for Austin to return to
work...only to receive a phone call on the other side of Houston that I
needed to return as she had gotten much worse....few minutes later
another phone call and she was gone....so here I am back in Orange, Mom.
Missing you.
2 comments:
Donna, you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. Sounds like your Mom left a Texas sized legacy behind; I'd have liked to have met her but I'll meet her someday.
I'm so very sorry, Donna. Both your words and your life are a wonderful tribute to your beloved mother. Hugs to you.
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