* My Mama

 ” All that I am I owe my mother” ~ George Washington, US President ~

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  “Weeping may endureth the night, but joy cometh in the morning”  Psalms 30:5

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The following is part of the obituary I wrote for my mom.  I am not of the opinion that time heals all wounds, I simply believe that our family has learned to live with what is now our new normal.  Not now nor a million years from now will we stop missing her, thinking of her & being grateful for her life and the influence she continues to have in our lives.

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Joy was … wife, mother, daughter, nana, sister, aunt and friend.  Counselor, consoler, fixer of hearts and boo boo’s.  Passionate reader, lover of knowledge.  Mediator and peace maker. God Believer and fearer.  Leader of people big and small.  Honest, trustworthy, intelligent, understanding  and compassionate.  Organizer and planner, amature architect.  Hand holder, hair brusher, tooth brush keeper.  Book giver and book taker.  Witty and daring, a lover of life.  Nurturer and the barer of wisdom.  To all who knew her, she was simply … Joy.
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She would ask us not to mourn her passing but remember her life, to smile when you think of her or do something kind for someone else in her memory.  To treat others as we would wish to be treated, to always try and be fair and do the right thing.  To love our families every passing minute, to be proud of who you are and where you came from.  Never assume the worst of anyone and to treat people equally.  To give a child a good book or a hug.  Never forget to say I love you … because she never forgot to say it.  She would want us all to be just a little better person for having known her. 
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 ” Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away”     ~author unknown~

 

                                  December 22, 1948 ~ August 12, 2006

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