I wrote the following piece after Mom died. My sister-in-law read it at her funeral for me. I'm proud of it. It shows how committed my mom was to making sure I had the best life possible.
My mother dedicated her life to me. She was my sole caregiver until the age of eighty-seven. Even after we had help, she was still overseeing everything, making sure my caregivers did everything the right way. We did not get twenty-four hour help until last August. She was still assisting me at night, by herself, up until that time. Pretty amazing, when you consider she was ninety-one years old.
My mother made sure I didn’t miss out on anything I wanted to do. When I was little I wanted to be in the Girl Scouts. Mom would leave our grocery store to meet my school bus, at a stop along the route and take me to my troop meeting. She didn’t want me to be late.
I was in
After I graduated, Mom drove me to job interviews. When I got a part time job, she made sure I got there on time every day.
We went on a cruise to
And, how many other eighty-one year old women can rock out at a
concert? My mom did.
My mother was my caregiver, cheerleader, my sounding board and my support system. Without her love and support, I would have accomplished nothing in my life. Thank you Mom. I love you. I’ll miss you everyday.