Thursday, March 8, 2012
Sometimes I Just Miss My Mom
Almost all the time, really. Who else would share my joys and trials of being a mom the way my mom would? I will tell you a little about her and you will see why I miss her. She was an Italian cooking practicing Catholic from the coal regions of Central Pa. And had this way about her. Everyone that came in contact with her, walked away from her with the feeling they were special and that she loved them the best. She put others needs in front of her own, and would never inconvenience anyone for anything. She even had cash set aside in a marked envelope for the altar servers and pall bearers for her own funeral... so we kids would not have to bother with any of those details! When I got married she would visit and bring dinner. I would go to visit her and she would make dinner. And her food always tasted better than any ones, because everyone knew it was made in her heart. She would treat me and my husband to time without the kids and take the kids to her house. She would say to them, sit down here and I will give you a delicious scoop of ice cream, and put a generic scoop of vanilla ice cream in a cone and give it to my girls. Vanilla ice cream could not have tasted better! The girls would sit and so happily enjoy that ice cream...and feel like it was a big time special treat. When I was in college, my parents would visit me at Penn State on Sundays and take me to dinner...they loved the steak houses, because of the senior citizens discount. They said I could order anything I wanted, they always got the salad bar because it was the least expensive thing on the menu. She always brought me a package when they came ... like 5 meatballs in a cool whip container, the half of pound of salami she had in her refrigerator, a can of green beans and about $10. I loved their visits! Everyone that met her loved her visits. She would bring the receptionist at the Dr's office a sour cream cookie. When her doctors wife had a baby she sent the baby $1. When she visited someone in the hospital she would bring them an orange. She would go to the bank on Wednesdays to see if they had the newest state quarter to send to my kids. Soon, the tellers were on the look out for quarters to give her. She would make and decorate a cake for everyone for every occasion..straight A's, a lead in a play, every sacrament and every birthday. She gave and gave and gave. When she died in my brothers home her 4 children were at her bedside. She opened her eyes and smiled. Peacefully. She then lifted both of her hands up to the sky took one slow and deep breath and went to heaven.
Posted by Annmarie Pipa at 11:20 AM