A grateful daughter speaks about the wonderful tributes of her beloved mother.
Recently, on another writing site, the subject for an article idea was: Would you support (financially or otherwise), your aging parents, if or when the need should arise. That was a very good subject and there were many articles then sent in by their writers. I was so happy to read the many submissions by children, now grown, who would definitely help their parents in gratitude for what their parents did for them by just doing what good parents are supposed to do. Regarding this question, the yea’s far outweighed the nays and I was proud to see how many wonderful people still do exist in a world where ill manners, thoughtlessness and greed run rampant.
I will never take my surviving parent for granted, and she will not go to a nursing home unless it is a total case of have to! My father counts strongly here as well, but we lost him early on when he was only 52 years young. He was the epitome of what a father should be and I miss him to this very day.
Mama is now a hearty 86 year old handful of firecrackers! My misfortune is that she resides in another state where my sister also lives. I do have my sister to thank, which I often do, for all she does for our mother. I just wish it was me doing for Mama instead. I really want her here and living with me. However, due to a situation that is well beyond my control at my house, Mama remains where she is. One thing I can do for her is to write this tribute because I love her so very much, and I want to put it onto the printed page so she can see how much she means to me. She has been and remains a wonderful, nurturing, consoling mother. She is my best friend.
When I was young and living in the comforts of my parent’s home, everything was special and magical. Mama always celebrated each holiday like it was the best one ever. If there wasn’t a holiday coming up, she’d invent something to celebrate to be grateful and happy for. We weren’t well heeled, yet we attended private schools and our needs were always met. Once when I was nine years old I became deathly ill with a kidney infection that was of a viral nature. Children were dying. I was bedridden, could not go to school and had a home tutor. Mama and Daddy frequently went to church to beg for my life. Their prayers were answered as I am still here today, an older woman gratefully writing about her mother.
awesome write mo, just awesome and great holy tribute,Thanks for sharing 
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