Honoring My Mother's Memory

Bonita

Honoring My Mother's Memory

Bonita
Mother and me 4-4-10Today is the anniversary of Mother's passing five years ago. Being her full-time caregiver for five years was not always easy but one which I would do again. It is true for me that the difficult and emotionally-wrought times fade into the background and good memories rise to the surface. Mother was 82 when she fell and broke her legs and needed much care. Since I had always promised to keep her at home, I did so. I would do it again!

It was during these last years that I learned more about Mother as an individual from her childhood to the young woman who married my father. She spoke of childhood dreams and fears which were not known to me. I think as children we don't often think about our parents in that vulnerable way of sharing intimate thoughts and feelings. The memory of these caregiving years are precious to me as they linked us in a bond which death did not break.

Today I remember Mother with love and admiration for being a strong woman who endured hardships growing up during the Depression, who raised three children, and who was married to her husband until his death. In illness, she endured pain and suffering with the faith "that her God would never leave nor forsake her." That is a vision I have of her today--her hand raised high in the air and declaring those words. I am happy that I could honor her wishes of caring for her at home.