My Mom is 92. She is hanging in there but fading. Your parents have to move on eventually, everyone does. So why is this so difficult? I think I know. Because she is such a beautiful person. One of a kind. She is my anchor. My master teacher. No-nonsense. Devoted. She seemed to sense who needed her attention and compassion, the most at the time. She would move slowly from one person to the next "He who is in the service of their fellow man." She has great wisdom. She knows how to do everything in the right way. My four sisters said that their efforts combined doesn't come close to what Mom could do alone. A blend of humor, intellect, modesty, courage, and deep, personal, spiritual strength. She is great and noble.
My Grandad Cardon died on Christmas day 1961. I was two. Dad told me all about him. He said he wished I could have known him in his prime of life. I feel like I know him pretty well from Dad's stories. Now I have the same wish for my Grandsons. I wish they could have known my Mom in her prime.
You come to the realization that her crowning legacy left for you is that she showed you how to live. It reminds me of this quote, "Preach the Gospel at all times, and if necessary, use words."-St. Francis of Assisi.
And you wonder how you can ever come close. You think over and over in your deepest personal thoughts. Thank you, thank you, thank you Mom... and when the time comes, you wish her a safe journey to the other side. My greatest desire for her is to be accompanied by the finest angels God has to offer.
Front L-R-Jim, Mom, Kathie
Back L-R-Peggy, Doug, Pam, Sam, Dianne