Monday, April 26, 2010
Part 7
Mother was a kind and gentle soul, but I remember once when she hurt my feelings terribly. You see, I called her “pretty,” and she laughed at me. I was crushed, for I did consider her pretty. In her eighties, she was a beauty with her nearly unwrinkled skin and lovely pink cheeks. To us, she was beautiful inside and out.
Mother was the rock in our family. When things were tough, she stood firm. When my father faltered, Mother didn’t. When we made mistakes, she made us accept responsibility but also helped us learn from them. I only hope that I have been half as good a mother to my daughter as our mother was to us. The last time I saw my mother, I was leaving to go back to Roanoke to take care of some business, and I had hoped to return before she died. When I left, I kissed her and said, as I always did, “I’ll see you later! I love you.” Well, Mother, I do love you, and I’ll see you later!”
