My mother was born in Alabama in 1940. She dropped out of high school at 17 when she married my dad, who soon left her for a man, but not before they had three daughters together. In 1966, she followed my father to Texas, where they reconciled, for a brief period, but who can deny their true self?
My mom was very strong and devoted a lot of effort to taking care of us. Our home was filled with everything we could possibly need, but it was her presence that truly made it special. We had many adorable animals running around. She created a warm and loving environment that felt like home.
As the middle child, I have undoubtedly been the cause of my mother’s greatest challenges among all her daughters. I’ve raised my voice in anger, lied to her, stole from her, and broken her heart countless times. Yet, through it all, she has never wavered in her steadfast support. What my mother has given me is a rare and precious gift—unconditional love. It’s not just a fleeting sentiment; it’s a constant, unwavering presence in my life. No matter the turmoil or heartache I’ve caused, her love remains boundless and enduring, a testament to her extraordinary compassion that few may ever experience.
My mom loves me in a way that I imagine God loves all of us, free and infinitely. I will never be able to fully express how much her love has meant to me and how accepted she has made me feel. There is no greater gift than the love she has shared so generously throughout my life.
May she rest in peace.
