Tomorrow will mark the fourth anniversary of my mom's passing away. She always had very elaborate holiday meals and I miss those almost as much as I miss her.
Most of you know that I was adopted, but I always say I couldn't have picked better parents if I could have hand picked them myself.
Mom was always there for me - always. She quit her job a week before my adoption. And she stayed at home long after myself and my younger brother were grown...
She had a stroke when I was in college and while she recovered well, she just never was able to get back to her old self.
She was still one hell of a cook, though. And she did as much of the housework as she could. She had a couple of ladies come by to do the heavy lifting work twice a month.
She was also amazingly beautiful.
Sorry, this picture is creased. I've been carrying it around for years. We have a better copy in a frame, but I didn't want to take it out.
March 6, 1940 - November 26, 2005
I love you, mom.
I wanted to post this today, because on the holiday would be too much of a bummer.
Tomorrow, I'll be in my kitchen, the same as she always did, making my family their favorite Thanksgiving foods and giving thanks that she was my mom for 37 years.