You are my hero. You are a spiritual giant, even though you always had to ask me to get the dishes on the top shelf. I have never met anyone who has a more positive outlook on life while having dealt with some of the most painful events any person could ever experience. You know what it is like to be an orphan, a widow and a single mom twice over. As a young mom, you did right for us boys. You protected us, fed us, clothed us and hugged us a lot. When you married Ron, your spirits were high. You were a model wife and so happy. When our dad Ron died of cancer, it was hardest on you yet you thought of your sons more than yourself. Still, you are authentically cheerful. Why?
I know why. While a kid I often caught you in prayer and reading your Bible. No one else can pray like a mom can pray. And, I know that every one of your five sons feels your prayers. Your prayers got us caught in the act. They found us perfect mates. They got us out of trouble. They kept us from harm. They were selfless prayers. I know when I disappointed you, you prayed. When I did something right, you gave thanks. I am as fortunate as Timothy of the Bible. I learned so much about God and the reality of faith from you.
So, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! I know that life is bitter sweet. I hope that I can be like you and take the sweet over the bitter. You are an inspiration to me and all of your five sons, seven grandchildren and three daughter-in-laws. Thanks Mom!
You son Rich