As I was wishing all my friends on Twitter who are mothers a happy Mother's Day this morning, I realized that it has been 41 years this summer that my mother went on to be with the Lord.
One of the memories that I have of her is when I was yet a very young fellow and we lived there in Middlebury. I must have done something bad, I can not remember what, but there must have been some lying involved. She preached to me the sins of lying and how people who lie will go to the lake of fire and burn forever. She preached it so well that I remember later that afternoon still watching behind me, expecting that anytime now the car with the guys who would haul me off to that lake of fire would show up and it would be over.
One time I was perhaps slow in following some command and again, I can not remember what it was. She was making popcorn and I really liked popcorn and of course wanted some. She did not let me have any until I had completed the task, then she made a big popcorn bowl just for me.
And of course the Monday when I was perhaps around 4 or 5. We had just had church at our house the day before and there were left overs from the church dinner, including some cold coffee in a big kettle (like a 10 qt or something). I saw the coffee and decided that I really wanted some and that it would be good, very good in fact. I tried to convince her but at first she refused to let me have any. Suddenly she changed her mind, said that I could have some, poured me a cup and then taunted me after I had taken one taste about why I was not drinking the coffee. She was not a coffee drinker and I am sure she thought this cured me. Sorry, Mama, but I like my coffee hot. And if you were here today, you would have enjoyed a hot cup yourself. How grand that would have been. To share that cup together with Mama and our family on this glorious Mother's Day of 2010.
At least we have the memories.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
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