I loved my Mom's cooking. She made these great grilled cheese sandwiches that went so well with her Cream of Tomato soup. She made homemade spaghetti that I would consume beyond capacity.
She made Birthdays and holidays special. She made great custom Birthday cakes. My favorites were my Monkees cake and my Bozo cake. Christmas were always overwhelming with food and presents and more food, especially the homemade sugar cookies.
When we were kids, if a Halloween costume of our favorite character wasn't available, Mom would make it for us. She did a great Spiderman costume for my brother Freddie. My favorite was the Bozo the Clown costume she made from scratch for me.
Mom was always was the room mother at school going on the field trips. She was our Den mother in Cub Scouts. She was on the booster clubs when we were involved in sports.
She planned these amazing cross-country vacations. Over the years we must have stopped at every point of interest in the AAA guide in at least 8 or 9 states. Those were great times.
I was part of a Science department trip to Catalina Island, when I was in High School. Mom and I disagreed on what I should take and what I should store my gear in. She won. Much to my chagrin, I was toting a suitcase full of clothes. When I arrived at school to board the bus, Mom felt bad when all the other kids had duffle bags or backpacks. She knew that I would get teased. When we reached the institute, even the workers were making fun of my suitcase. At the scheduled end of our trip, the waves were too choppy so we had to stay another day. All the kids had packed for 3 days. All except for me, who had a suitcase full of clothes, thanks to Mom. I felt like the Howells on Gilligan's Island. All the guys were begging to borrow some of my extra underwear. Mother Knows Best!
When I was in college, I had put off a Religious Studies assignment until the night before it was due. I was supposed to find a secular song that conveyed something from the Bible. I had a lot of records but no ideas. As the clock reached 1am. I gave up and went to bed. When I arose the next day, my paper was finished and neatly typed. Mom had stayed up all night going through my records. She found a song that worked great as an ode to Lot’s wife: "Don't Look Back" by Boston. The "A" I received really belonged to her
Mom left us one of those “In Case Anything Happens to your Father & I” letters that we found the day after she died. She wanted to comfort us in the event that they died together in an accident. She wrote, "If we are gone when you read this then you know we are happy together in Heaven ” She updated the letter after my Dad died and wrote, “Your father has gone on to Heaven without me. It is not his fault. He didn’t want to go.” Now she has joined him.
The greatest thing, my Mom ever did for Freddie and I was to introduce us to Jesus. She taught us about Him, prayed with us every night, took us to Sunday School and modeled Christ in her life. It is now that Faith that comforts my family today because we know we will be reunited with her because of our relationships with Jesus.
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