*27 years*

27 years ago, Mom passed away. I can't really say that I have memories that I miss about her like my 3 older brothers and sister. Really I look back and think about the memories that I don't have with her.

There are pictures of her holding me, pictures of her and I at 4H watching the boys, at my birthday party, etc. I can remember about the specific memory just because of the photo. Being 4 years old has its advantages and disadvantages of losing a parent. Easier to deal with the loss at the time but harder to deal with not having anything to remember her by.



However over the years and into my adulthood, I have heard and listened with an open heart of the stories that others tell of her. I am so blessed to have been born of an amazing woman.


We came across some reel to reel and spent the night at Denny's house listening to them not knowing what we would find. There was one reel that had a woman telling a story about a cat or a dog or something. That was the first time hearing mom's voice that I can remember, at the age of 27. I remember just sitting there thinking, "wow that's mom!". Now at the age of 31, I look and analyze my life on a daily basis. The love and passion that is behind the voices of those that tell stories of Mom, is ultimately what I want when I pass.


Stories that are told of a big heart, an amazing friend, a loving mother, dedicated wife, a smile that could silence a room, a nature lover, a woman that was up for an adventure, two helping hands that were always available, etc. Tears come to my eyes in pure gratitude learning that she was an amazing woman. An example that I try to follow. I know I'm not perfect nor will I claim to be, but having a great example like her, I have an advantage to my path of life.

Mom, you have been missed everyday and have never been forgotten. I have felt you at times when I needed true support. Though you are not here physically, I know you are always with me.