November 11 will always be a day of remembering, honoring, and sadness for me. Of course, everyone knows it is Veteran's Day...a well-deserved day to recognize and honor those who have served in the military for this country.
But on a more personal level, it is more about loss to our family. Nine years ago today my mother died. She was 83.
I wrote this two years ago and want to reprint it today as my tribute to my mother, Lorraine Charlotte J., better known to us as Mom!
From November 11, 2010:
I don't often post twice in one day, but November 11, is a day that is important to me. Veterans' Day is to honor millions of Service Men and Women, some of which were heroes.
The other reason to post today is to honor one sole woman who was very definitely a hero, she was my hero! She was my mother, and she died seven years ago today. I miss her all the time and I can't believe it's been seven years.
She was a hero to me and my family because, quite simply, she did whatever she needed to do to keep us fed, clothed, safe, housed, educated, and above all, loved.
Dad always worked and brought home a paycheck, but Mom did EVERYTHING else. Dad never wanted to own a house, by renting, the landlord was always responsible for fixing big stuff, so we rented my whole life....houses when I was a child, and then apartments. If anything little broke down Mom would fix it. She wasn't always successful but she tried. When I married Mr. Fix-it (aka the Big Guy), he was always available to help with things like drippy faucets so that was one less thing mom had to do. Both she and Dad treated the Big Guy like a son and he loved them in return.
She didn't work outside the house until I was 17 years old when she was forced to by circumstances. Before that, Mom was a....mom! She cooked dinner just about every night, she washed clothes, she did the shopping, she drove us around town for whatever, she ironed (until I was old enough not to burn up the family wardrobe), she dusted (until I was old enough to do the job to her satisfaction), she vacuumed, she baked, she made crafty things, she rearranged the furniture, she wrote letters, she looked after Dad and me and then she looked after my sister as well. She disciplined us, she praised us, she waited up until we were home once we were old enough to date, she taught us stuff, she turned holidays into lovely events filled with traditions. From her we learned morals, and ethics, and honesty, and how to be a great mom.
When Dad died she persevered in looking after my sister and the apartment, alone, even after Little Sis moved out. She turned into a wonderful grandmother who loved her grandkids almost as much as we did.
Due to ill health, her last years were difficult and disappointing and she didn't cope with it too well. She had always hated being dependent on anyone for anything. When she had no choice, she hated it even more. The quality of her life, was not good and that depressed her and made me very sad.
Ending up like that was not much of a reward for a mom who did everything for her family her whole life. She deserved better. That, of course, can't be changed, but she made my life full of love and opportunities and laughter, and music and she was ALWAYS be a hero to me. My mother, "Sweet Lorraine".
I miss her and always will. I love you Mama!