For some odd reason my Mom chose (if we indeed have a choice?) Mothers Day 1998 to leave this world. Guess she did not want us to forget the date.
Here she is at the age of 16
Mom was crafty already, doing her crochet as she sat in the park.
Get a load of those shoes!
Mom and I took my then 13 month old daughter to Lincolns Tomb in Springfield, Illinois. Mom thought is was such fun for Cyndi to scream inside the tomb and hear her voice echo from wall to wall.
Mom grew up known by her family as Peggy. Here she was at 17.
The night before she died she was not feeling well and told me my eggplant dinner upset her stomach... she said, it just had to pass from her system and went to bed. In the morning she said it again and told me "I'm fine, go to work, I'll just stay in for the day. See you later". Well when I got home, flowers in hand for Mothers Day, she was tucked under her covers peacefully sleeping. Her morning coffee cup on her night stand, half full. Until I went closer and noticed she had passed sometime after 10am, the time I called to check on her.
The family gathered to say good by to Mom at the cemetery, and while I, my sister and our two daughters were walking in the gardens near the fountain erected for cremation ashes, my daughter said "Come see this, it's an Eggplant"... well we all went to see and there it was, floating in the water. My daughter took the photo as proof. Who would believe this?
"Who would bring a real, fresh Eggplant and put it in the fountain"?
My sister and I were stunned!
Knowing her grandma told me how my eggplant made her sick, my daughter was sure my Mom put it there to let us all know "She was ok". Inside my heart, I thought "Mom put it there saying Your Eggplant killed me".
It is just like my mom to do something like that, she had a great sense of humor.
"Happy Mothers Day Mom"
"I sure miss you"