I had my mom much longer than you. As the days were dwindling down we had a few discussions.
They sort of humorous. As I know no one here knows mom or me from Sam Hill I share as they mean a lot to me.
She directed me on the straight and narrow years before. In ensuing years I read in her Bible my older brother was born 7 months after she and dad married. No questions asked for many years.
Then her Bible was washed away in a hurricane along with her self written desired obit. So I had many questions to ask then to rebuild an obit which was to be needed shortly.
So I asked about that then.
She said my father was pushing her in the swing and her skirt flew up. Next thing she knew she was having a baby. I wasn’t born until 8 years later. That’s abstinence from a swinging life. 🙂
Thanks for the fond memories. So far this is the only blog remembering Moms today.
When I was young our church furnished small rose buds to wear this Sunday. A red if one’s mom was living or a white one if deceased.
Now I would have to choose a white one, but the memories are back to the days of wearing the red.