Saturday, April 18, 2020
Mom, you were strong when you wanted to be. Some (me) might even call you stubborn. But, when you put your mind to it, you were determined to finish it, whether it be a task, or an argument. This determination also meant that your projects would get finished. You put yourself to work when the family needed more money, and you put yourself to task when there were baby items to be made, or quilts or shawls to donate. If you told someone you would pray for them, you did. Right then and there, sometimes, because your faith was also strong. You were a perfectionist. And that meant that not only would your projects be done, but they would be done right, even if it meant tearing out rows of knitting or crochet, or pulling up a seam. Anyone who received your gifts could be sure they would look amazing and last through time. You taught me that, mom. I know how to knit and crochet, and cook and sew because of you, and I know how to fix it when it isn't right. You were generous with your gifts, and your time. The family always had something to wear, and blankets to keep warm. When you had us full with plenty, you made sure to give and donate to those who didn't. You will be remembered as a person with a warm, kind heart, and a generous spirit. You will be missed here on earth, but your husband no longer waits at the gates for you, because you have come home.
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