Hello good day and good morrow to you! How are you on this lovely evening? Wondrous? Hopefully.
As for me, My neck hurts because I slept badly so every time I try to look over my left shoulder I feel pain. Plus I have the cold and my voice is coming and going, so generally I'm a mess, but what kind of blogger would I be if I didn't update as promised? So here I am again with you, its a nice place to be when we're here together.
Today is my mom's birthday, our second one without her. So this post is dedicated to her memory and I want to make it all about her. Today this post is about someone who has always meant the world to me and I thought that one of the best ways to honoring her is to post the Eulogy I wrote her funeral service. This is the first time since she died that I am taking the time to type it up, I wanted to before but I honestly couldn't bring myself to do it. So now, here we go:
'My mother was never a perfect woman, but she never tried to be She was always working hard for her children, herself and for others.
I remember many times she would go far out of her way to do something for someone else. Sometimes I felt that she was being taken advantage of but she didn't care. I genuinely believe that she really liked helping people, especially children. There were times when it would be late and I would call her and ask where she was and she'd be in my brother's school, staying behind because some child was there by themselves. She would stay until someone came, no matter how long it took or how tired she or my brothers' were. It wasn't that she liked putting others before us, it was that she believed that if she could help someone she would, it was just that simple for her.
She was also very stubborn, very very stubborn. Although she had been sick, she never let that stop her. She was always doing something and pushing herself even more. I stopped trying to make her relax because I knew that was how she was and I would not take away her ability to be active and do what she wanted because that's who she was, who she will always be.
Now I know that there are few outside of the family, who knew that she had been sick. She had been in and out of the hospital since carnival and everywhere she went she made friends. She made friends with the nurses, doctors and even the other patients. I dont know how she did it but wherever she went, she'd meet someone new. I probably wont be able to tell everyone who knew her what happened at least maybe not in my lifetime.
My brothers and I are still in shock, I feel as if its a dream that I haven't woken up from yet and maybe if I pinch myself hard enough she'd be there when I wake up.
Honestly no one in the family saw this coming, she had been fine over the weekend. Saturday we watched movies on my laptop, went in the grocery store and she argued until we agreed to go to the market. Sunday we watched more movies , she cooked, watched some more movies then she started to complain that she was bored and wanted to take a walk.
Monday was the last day I saw my mother alive and I miss her more than anything. I still don't feel, in both my heart and soul, that she's gone though I know in my heart and soul that wherever she is, she is still proud of us.
My cousin pointed out how big her personality was in the yard. You can really tell that she isn't here anymore. I'm not sorry that she's gone, I'm sad, but I'm not sorry, because I saw her go through alot and truly believe that she is in a better place.
So today as you leave here, do not feel sorry for my mom, because finally she can relax, finally she doesn't have to suffer anymore.'
Happy Birthday Mom. I love you and I miss you.
Thanks you guys and I hope you have a blessed and wonderful rest of day. If you want to drop me a line about anything, feel free. I'll reply.
Words of advice for today: I think sometimes we know better than we allow ourselves to think we do, its just we arent always willing to admit it out loud or to ourselves.
Auf Wiedersehen for now.
As for me, My neck hurts because I slept badly so every time I try to look over my left shoulder I feel pain. Plus I have the cold and my voice is coming and going, so generally I'm a mess, but what kind of blogger would I be if I didn't update as promised? So here I am again with you, its a nice place to be when we're here together.
Today is my mom's birthday, our second one without her. So this post is dedicated to her memory and I want to make it all about her. Today this post is about someone who has always meant the world to me and I thought that one of the best ways to honoring her is to post the Eulogy I wrote her funeral service. This is the first time since she died that I am taking the time to type it up, I wanted to before but I honestly couldn't bring myself to do it. So now, here we go:
'My mother was never a perfect woman, but she never tried to be She was always working hard for her children, herself and for others.
I remember many times she would go far out of her way to do something for someone else. Sometimes I felt that she was being taken advantage of but she didn't care. I genuinely believe that she really liked helping people, especially children. There were times when it would be late and I would call her and ask where she was and she'd be in my brother's school, staying behind because some child was there by themselves. She would stay until someone came, no matter how long it took or how tired she or my brothers' were. It wasn't that she liked putting others before us, it was that she believed that if she could help someone she would, it was just that simple for her.
She was also very stubborn, very very stubborn. Although she had been sick, she never let that stop her. She was always doing something and pushing herself even more. I stopped trying to make her relax because I knew that was how she was and I would not take away her ability to be active and do what she wanted because that's who she was, who she will always be.
Now I know that there are few outside of the family, who knew that she had been sick. She had been in and out of the hospital since carnival and everywhere she went she made friends. She made friends with the nurses, doctors and even the other patients. I dont know how she did it but wherever she went, she'd meet someone new. I probably wont be able to tell everyone who knew her what happened at least maybe not in my lifetime.
My brothers and I are still in shock, I feel as if its a dream that I haven't woken up from yet and maybe if I pinch myself hard enough she'd be there when I wake up.
Honestly no one in the family saw this coming, she had been fine over the weekend. Saturday we watched movies on my laptop, went in the grocery store and she argued until we agreed to go to the market. Sunday we watched more movies , she cooked, watched some more movies then she started to complain that she was bored and wanted to take a walk.
Monday was the last day I saw my mother alive and I miss her more than anything. I still don't feel, in both my heart and soul, that she's gone though I know in my heart and soul that wherever she is, she is still proud of us.
My cousin pointed out how big her personality was in the yard. You can really tell that she isn't here anymore. I'm not sorry that she's gone, I'm sad, but I'm not sorry, because I saw her go through alot and truly believe that she is in a better place.
So today as you leave here, do not feel sorry for my mom, because finally she can relax, finally she doesn't have to suffer anymore.'
Happy Birthday Mom. I love you and I miss you.
Thanks you guys and I hope you have a blessed and wonderful rest of day. If you want to drop me a line about anything, feel free. I'll reply.
Words of advice for today: I think sometimes we know better than we allow ourselves to think we do, its just we arent always willing to admit it out loud or to ourselves.
Auf Wiedersehen for now.
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