Remembering my mom

My mother passed away last Monday morning, early before dawn. February 10, 2025.

She was 80 years old, and we were able to bring her home from the nursing home last November to celebrate that with her. My sister, Jewell, brought her home to live her last few weeks in her home, and I don’t think she fully realizes what a beautiful thing she actually did by doing this. My mother hated the nursing home, and to be fair this one nearby wasn’t all that great. On top of that, she was hallucinating and having delusions, so she was scared often. By being at my sister’s, she was more comfortable and not being fearful.

My mother had a hard life, and I always wished I could have made it easier for her. She was something else. We didn’t always get along, but that’s what comes from two strong willed women sometimes. She made sure we had what we needed, even going without herself to do so. As a kid, you don’t realize the sacrifices your parents make for you. When you grow up, it’s hard to admit.

My father passed when I was 11 years old, and my mom was only 38. At the time, I didn’t realize how young that actually was. Your parents always seem so old to you. She never remarried, and I know she was really lonely. I always wondered why when I was older.

My mom really loved everyone she met. She would do anything for anyone, and loved to help others. She was fondly known as “The Peanut Brittle Lady” by many people. She would make her famous candy and give it to any and all first responders she came across, police and more. It was her way of showing appreciation. She was so generous.

There are so many stories I could tell about her. She was always there for me, no matter what.

Just today, I saw something on tv and my first thought was, “I should call mom and tell her about it.” It hit me then, that I can’t do that anymore. I won’t see her or talk to her again until the resurrection in Paradise. That is going to be such a great day! She will finally have the life that she was never able to have here in this old rotten system of things. I can just imagine all the peanut brittle she will make, most likely to be ready to share with the newly resurrected that come after her. What a sweet image to hold onto until I see her again.

Until then, mom, I love you and just rest until God calls you forth again.