Today would've been my mother's 57th birthday. Wow! It is hard to imagine her being that age. I guess that is a vantage point for her passing away at the age of 34. I will always remember the beautiful women she was. So full of life, even going through chemo, bone marrow biopsies, etc. She was a real fighter. I don't think I could ever have fought as hard as she did. I guess you could say she fought for everything her whole life. Troublesome childhood. Getting beaten by her father for sneaking out of the house to go to church. The whole family did. Leaving home before graduating high school. A really horrible first marriage. Struggling to raise me on her own. Proving to the courts that she was capable of raising me alone. Finally finding true love and happiness. Then after almost 6yrs being married to the man you are so in love with, to be diagnosed with leukemia. I can't imagine.
To know her was to really love her. At her funeral there were hundreds of people. Seriously. I never knew she'd touched so many lives. Later I was told that when someone had refuse the treatment for their specified cancer, they'd send her in. Eventually she talked them into the treatment. Sometimes I wonder just how many lives she actually saved. How many got to have their own children? How many other parents got to see their children have a child and got to see the first smile of their last grandchild? How many got to witness their children's high school/college graduations? Sometimes I wonder.
Again, a good way to look at this is I will never see my mother age. She will always be the feisty red head with a heart as big as Texas that added spark to every party.
Happy Birthday, Momma. I love you!