It's with a heavy heart that I write the final 2020 chapter, that I certainly did not expect. During the overnight hours of New Year’s Eve, we lost my beautiful mother. She passed away peacefully in the middle of the night, exactly where she wanted to be, at home with her bible next to her, and family nearby.
Mom was born In Wurzburg Germany, New Year’s Eve (a New Year baby, as she would remind us annually) at 11:59 PM. She was the youngest of nine children. At age sixteen, she left Germany to live with her older sister in Rocky Mount NC., and as she would say frequently, “the culture shock was an understatement”… During her first few months in the states, she met the love of her life, my dad, the young German fellow that a friend knew about, that also emigrated from Germany. She was “smitten” (her words, not mine) and she knew right then she was going to marry that man.
Mom was a homemaker and loved every minute of it, that is until my brother and I hit the early teen years, then she went back to school to become a cosmetologist, to pass the time away.
God knows best and he provided us with a wonderful mother. She always loved us unconditionally and was the best mother anyone could wish for. Everybody thinks they have a great mom, but as kids, we KNEW we had a great mom because everybody else told us so. She mothered all our friends who came into the house, even those with perfectly good mothers of their own.
I was her first born, the oldest of two boys, and we could be a handful at times. A mother pours a lot into her first born, starting with expectations, and mom would have expected me to write about her now — as I did with my dad when he died almost 5 years ago.
Mom radiated a brutal honesty (cringeworthy at times), a motherly kindness, and was devoted to her family and GOD. We all were richly benefitted from her wisdom and bountiful love. She’s the one who made sure I never went through a day of my life doubting that somebody loved me or doubting that somebody was proud of me.
Rest in peace mom. You lived your life impeccably. I will never forget you and promise to do my best to pass the gifts you gave me, on to my own children.
I treasure this photo of mom and dad on their wedding day, bursting with joy and fresh faced optimism over their union and the life they planned together in a new world. They shared the greatest love I have ever known; a rock-solid foundation from which my brother and I flourished.
I feel honored and privileged to have been your son. Until we meet again in the kingdom of God.
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