Mother's Day

Tomorrow is Mother's Day.  This was my mother.  She has been gone a long time now.  I believe it was 1992 or the very last of 1991 that she passed on.    I have mixed emotions and thoughts about my mother.  When I was a little girl she was wonderful.  She was a stay at home Mom and baked bread and donuts and homemade noodles.  We always ate good.  The neighbors loved bread baking day.  They finally talked her into giving them a loaf or two.  The smells went around the neighborhood and if they came she gave.  We had such good times together.  Then when I got a bit older and my Dad was layed off from the steel mill and times got lean, she went to work.  She eventually got her practical nursing degree and worked at a hospital till health forced her to retire.  During that time  she met other women from work and bowled on a league, went shopping with friends.   I was kind of on my own.  She deserved to have a life with friends she enjoyed but being young I didn't like it.  My girlfriends had stay at home moms and they did things that I wanted to be doing with my Mom.  Well, long story short.  I grew up, got married and we got back to being mom and daughter and friends again.  I think we talked on the phone every day.   Then my Dad got sick and though my Mom was not well she took care of  Dad day and night.  He was very sick and since she was a nurse the doctor let her administer medication while he stayed at home.   Once Dad passed on from colon cancer she got into a doctor and found out what had been making her feel so bad for so long.  She had multiple sclerosis.  Back then the doctor just told her there was nothing to be done and to go home and rest.  Eventually I was taking her to stores, doing her washing, checking in on her daily to see that she was eating and the house was clean.  It got to a point where moving her in with us was easier than daily trips across town to get to her place.  So she lived with me for I suppose around 10 years.  We built a small apartment onto our home for her.  Lots of things happened during that time, some good, some bad.  I look back on it now though and am blessed to have been able to take care of her.  The year before she died I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis.  She did all she could to try to keep me from having to do for her, knowing I was having problems.  So at the end she was My Mom, taking care of me again.  I miss her.  I know so much more now about MS....I could have done so much more for  her had I known then   One day we will be together again.  I loved my Mom.