For Mom

Yesterday was the 12th anniversary of my mom's death. Weird that it has been that long and yet it seems like yesterday that we were together.

It's funny now to me how alike we are. Back in the olden days when someone said I was just like mom, I would take it as an insult. Now that I am am a little older, a mother myself, I can see what an amazing woman she really was.

She didn't get much credit as there were a lot of family problems with my dad's violet temper at the time. She would get blamed and we believed it. There is a lot more to the story as there always is but how I wish I could know her as an adult.

My 2 older sisters had that privilege. I wish we could spend time now getting to know each other. we never got along when we were together. I don't know why but I felt like she was too nit picky and perfectionistic. She was a pure blue, and so I guess she was a perfectionist!

She was born May 15, 1935. Actually, that is not true! She was raised to believe her birthday was the 15th but when she was older and needed a copy of her birth certificate, it said she had been born on the 16th! She couldn't believe her mom would get it wrong. It bothered her the rest of her life!

She was chosen valedictorian at the U of U but was too sick to do it. She was amazing. She had brown hair that was thin and would never do what she wanted. She had no talent in putting on makeup or picking out cute clothes. We would tease her about it and she was such a good sport. She would wear those terrible polyester pants with the elastic waistband and seam down the front! Even then, they were ugly!

She had light blue eyes. The same color and blue quartz. She had wide hips and no boobs. Just like her daughters! Why did she had to pass on that trait? She loved music but didn't have a lot of talent in that area but that didn't stop her! She would sing at the top of her voice and dance around the room. I take it back. She did have a wonderful talent where music is concerned. She was a wonderful ball room dancer and my parents did a lot of that!

She would turn up polka music full blast to wake us up on Saturday mornings. That used to drive my crazy. Now it makes me cry. I would give anything for her to do that now.

To all you people out there who have a mother that drives you crazy, interferes in your life, bosses you around and still treats you like a child, call that wild woman up today ant tell her how much you love her. It may be too late one day.