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I'm pleased to let all you know that I have started a dialogue with my older brother. In our hour long conversation yesterday he explained to me that my mother and my maternal grandmother each had tremendous sense of humors. Thank you grandma and thank you mom.
My brother recounted for me the times the three of them (after us young'uns had been tucked into bed) would enjoy talking and laughing together for hours and hours. Laughing at everything one moment and laughing at nothing the next. I know I would have enjoyed being with them. It is now apparent to me that her legacy lives on through all of her children and grandchildren. Laughter is indeed the best medicine and our medicine cabinet is overfull. The laughs will live on...and on...and on. Thank you mom.
My brother further explained to me that my mother was advised by doctors not to have any more children after her third son was born. Even knowing her health was jeopardized she absolutely loved having children and she chose to give me life. I am the last of her children. Thank you mom.
According to my brother, she was very independent minded, positively spirited, and a lover of life. Given her condition, I am so grateful that she was so strong, so selfless, and so generous to allow me to be born. Thank you mom.
My brother told me that she certainly would have been proud of
every thing I am. Thank you brother and thank you mom.
She was a native of Kansas and I understand she was, despite living on the coast of Oregon, full of sunshine so there really is not a more fitting flower to give my mom.
Thank you mom.
And thank you
skipper for getting me to think!
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