75 years ago...

75 Years ago today, my Mom was born. It seems unreal to me, and even more unreal is that she died 5 and half years ago. The kids often ask about her, even Rachel who was only 6 months old when she died. She was the youngest of 9 children and boy was she spoiled, but life was tough at times for her growing up. Right before she died she told me somethings about her childhood and early adulthood. I wished I would have written what she said down, or at least paid more attention. On her 69th birthday, she took care of Sarah (all day) and Joey (after school) for us, while Pat and I went to a church leadership conference (Rachel was with us). When it was over and we picked up the kids we treated her to dinner out for her birthday. I'm glad we did. She and I didn't always get along, but right before I got married she started seeing me as an adult and our relationship grew better. She was a great Grandmother, she didn't have a lot of money to spoil them, but the kids were never lacking in attention or love. The day before she died, she was able to see the six who live in Phoenix for the last time. She didn't want to die because she wanted to live for her kids (grandkids). May she live forever in our memories.