Faithful wife. Devoted mother. Servant to the core. Witness. Musician extraordinaire. Loyal friend. In-love Grandmother. Listener. Buddy.
I try really hard to be brave all year long. I celebrate, I remember the good times, I am strong.
Today, I am not. The void of a loved one is BIG.
My prayer throughout the year? Help me to remember all of our times together. Let me impart her wisdom to my children. Let her be proud of who I’ve become. Help me to serve you in the same way she did.
And sometimes my heart prays this: Bring her back. Give me more time. Just one more day.
She was a true rose. Beautiful in every way. She listened, she loved, she witnessed.
So, maybe my prayer, today, goes like this:
Make me more like her. Keep my heart tender, never bitter. Help me to listen, to love and to shine.
Here’s to you mom, the true Yellow Rose of Texas.
November 20, 1939-July 30, 2007