
We remember snuggle bunnies - how kind you were to let little people disturb your well-deserved rest. We remember enough home-made french fries for six hungry scarfers, followed all over again in that greasy old fry pan for you and Dad. We remember flower girls, lily girls, six first communions and confirmations - all those new white shoes! We remember the farm garden, when everyone who knew you even passingly got fresh tomatoes and corn. We remember your quote that as soon as you hit North Park, you forgot you had kids - good for you to escape the madness! We remember the cardinals outside the kitchen window, a simple thing calling forth the easy joy that was your special gift. We remember consoling college phone calls as we all began to experience the other half of your child-rearing philosophy: "First you teach them to walk, then you teach them to walk away." We remember having you come visit us for vacations when we could finally return the favor with food and fun. We remember the pleasure you took in patiently sending that winding spider flying across the floor over and over again for your grandchildren to chase. We remember your stoic acceptance of the lessons that aging brought, lessons we ourselves have begun to learn. And we remember the hardest part of all, saying good-bye when you bravely let go.
You are remembered every day in so many ways....bless you, Mom, for everything!