I’m posting my blog a day early to honor all mothers, but especially as a tribute to mine. She was one in a million according to my mind. Born Katherine Alice Walker, she was a frail child and my grandparents never expected her to live a long life.
Evidence of that turned up when my family did a search for unclaimed money last year. We found an insurance policy on our mother’s life bought by grandma and grandpa when mom was eleven years old. Fortunately, she did live, or I wouldn’t be here to write about her life.
Always delicate as an English rose, Mom was strong-minded. An example of this is when the doctor said my brother could have surgery to correct his crossed eyes (50-50 chance of keeping his sight or losing it altogether), or go blind in a couple more years. She elected to have the surgery believing it would save his eyesight, and it did. This is one instance of her strengths out of many.
One of Mom’s friends referred to her as a banty hen, and it was a very apt description of her. She always championed the underdog, and woe to those who would threaten her family or friends in any way.
My mother was a great believer in taking care of the children, and I like to think of her in heaven as playing with the little ones and dancing with the angels. I forgot to tell you she loved to dance the jitterbug, and she was a huge music lover.
My mother was great at showing us how to live our lives, but in the end there was no finer person to teach us how to die. Her strength and bravery will stay with me until the day I face death. I can only hope I’m able to live such a decent life and have the strength to keep moving on to the end as she did.
I still miss you, Mom.
I hope all of you will share comments about your mother’s here. Have a great day.
Until next week,