October 16, 1945
my beautiful mother was born.
She was beautiful her whole life.
As most would say about their mom,
She was beautiful inside and out.
And loved her children.
She loved planning our costumes.
And doing things with us.
Here we are before girl scout camp.
She was head of the PTA...and so much more!
She tried to make special moments for our family. These next two brought tears to my eyes.
I must have loved Snoopy even when I was really little, because look at this photo I found.
It was labelled "Tonya's Party Favors"
Then, there is this photo:
It was a Christmas Eve candle light dinner...at home.
How special is that??? Look how dressed up we were!
Only, I don't remember any of this.
October 1, 1978 my mom died just short of her 33rd birthday.
I was 8 years old.
When you say someone was missed by the whole town, it was true in my mom's case.
Here is the evidence:
It was a time capsule they actually built into the wall of the school gym, in her honor.
Life really changed for me.
I mean really changed.
I got moved to a new home, new school.
Never to see my friends or even some family again.
Much more happened that doesn't need to be told.
The events that followed my mom's death were very unfortunate, and caused me to have a brain block.
I don't remember my mom at all, except her laying there in that casket.
That is the ONLY picture I have of her in my memory.
To this day I am against open casket funerals.
What a dreadful thing to be the only memory of a wonderful mom!
Sometimes ~ like when writing this blog~ I try hard to remember her.
But it doesn't happen.
I wish she could be here so that my kids would have a loving grandma to take them places.
But, God wanted her to come home and be with Him.
And that's ok. His plan is best, and she didn't need to suffer any longer.
I just thought I'd let you see a tiny peephole glimpse into my past....
on this, what would have been my mom's 65th birthday.