Here's a picture of my grandma holding my mom. My grandma was a short little Irish woman who stood about 4'10" tall. Even with her short stature she carried herself proud, and was a strong woman, who spent most of her life working on the farm and caring for her family. My grandma and grandpa were both such amazing people, who were always there for me and my family. They are both long gone, but I still think about them every single day. It was because of them that my mom was the loving and nurturing mom that she was. She had a great upbringing and she was close to her parents. I just had a flashback of my mom talking on the phone to her mom. They talked every single day. And then when I moved out on my own, I talked to my grandma every day until her cancer got so bad and she passed on. That was in 1979, and I can still recall the last time she called me. I was getting ready to have my second child, and the last call I got from her was the day my son was born. She passed on to heaven three months later. After all these years it still makes me sad.
This is a picture of my mom around the age of six, I think. I can definitely see a family resemblance to my sisters, me, and even my kids in this picture. She had gorgeous blue eyes.
And then I came along. Here's Mom holding me. I'm the oldest daughter and within eight years my mom and dad had four more daughters. My parents divorced when I was eleven and it was just Mom and us girls. We had visits with our dad but it was Mom who took care of us. Life was wonderful with Mom even though we had some hard times for lack of money. We had an abundance of love and respect and appreciation for each other.