I thank God that for the last 10 years of her life, my mother lived next door to me. I lived great distances from her most of my adult life, but the last 10 years, I was able to walk next door and visit her every day. Upon her death, I have thought of her a million times. It is funny how much your mother affects you, and you don't realize it. At the strangest times now, my mother enters my life, and I realize that it is because she taught me so many things.
The first time after she died that I made breakfast of eggs, bacon, biscuits and milk gravy I broke down and cried. All of a sudden I remembered all the things she said about my milk gravy. "Your milk gravy is just like Mama's", she told me when I made breakfast during our last Christmas together. I also remember her saying that breakfast was our favorite meal. We often went to Cracker Barrel on my Fridays off to have breakfast. I will never fix breakfast again and not think of my mother.
After her death, I started quilting a quilt top I had put together many years ago. I had to keep my mind busy in order to deal with everything. With every stitch I could remember her taking the time to teach a young country boy to sew, knit and crochet.
When a cashier rang up a price lower than it should have been, and I pointed it out to them, I remembered my mother telling me to "do right" no matter how costly it was.
I have finally realized that my even though my mother has passed away, she is still alive and making a difference in the world through me. If I can pass along to my daughter half as much as my mother passed on to me, I will be a very fortunate father.
Thank you for everything Mom, you have given me so much. I love you!