Get a group of siblings together, add a parent, or memories of one, and you will discover that you cannot imagine that you lived in the same house. It is incredible the variety of memories and stories from our youth that seem so different. Our emotions, inflections, good and bad, vary based on the relative telling the story. And, of course, we each think that someone else was her favorite.
At each family gathering, without my mother, the memories flow and the perspectives she left each of us with, becomes a topic of conversation. Her physical presence is not with us, but she is always a part of who we are and how we keep her with us.
We carry on her stories and merry escapades to share with our own children. By keeping her stories alive, we keep her a part of our lives always and make sure that our children and grandchildren realize how big a place she holds in our hearts. We sing her songs and greet each new family member with the lasting wishes she asked us to pass on. Her legacy of love is a promise we keep.
Luckily, Mom lived an interesting life, and had her own quirky way of looking at things, so that the story never ends.
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