I have always said that I was very fortunate. I grew up with some pretty good siblings and a great set of parents. I know look back at those words that it means more to me than ever before. The picture above is as it states. The final picture of all of us together. My Father passed not too long after this was taken. It was a difficult time, but I was lucky. I had my brothers and sisters and mostly because I had a great Mom.
This is a picture of Mom and Dad back in the day.
My Dad always wore a straw or felt hat when he went out. I always thought the crown on his hat was too tall. Guess he did this cause he was only 5'6"? That was on a good day. My Mom was person of simple needs. She always dressed modestly, rarely wore bright colors (her color of choice was brown). My Dad on the other hand, loved color as wasn't afraid to wear it!
My Mom, there are so many words to describe her, but unless you actually sat and talked to her even once, you could never know what an amazing woman she was. She was a hardcore disciplinarian and tough as nails. Was she too hard on us sometimes? Yeah, but it was because she loved her kids that much. She was a very smart woman and nothing got past her. This is the first time I am using the term "was" in reference to my Mom. Gotta say, it's fucking painful.
Like I said, she was tough on us growing up, but I guess you have to be if you want your kids to have a better life and not as hard as the one you had. Now that I am a Mom it's all making sense. As time went by and she got a lot older and the responsibility of parenting was fading, she mellowed quite a bit. She settled into the roll of Grandma. She loved her grand kids and great grand kids. She still had a lot of fire in her if you caught her on a bad day, but for the most part she pretty harmless.
Here are a couple of pics taken this past summer.
To the right is a picture of my Mom with one of the latest additions, Baby Rhodes. He's my brothers first grand baby. Below here's Mom at Gage's graduation.
My Mom was the heart and foundation of our family. I felt my foundation crumble when I realized she was no longer with us. I visited her only once in the hospital. I told my sister it was too difficult to see the strong woman I once knew lying in a hospital bed fighting for every breath she took. I did not want that to be my final image of her.
I cry for my son who will never know what a wonderful person she was. He was born long after my Father passed and I naively thought my Mom would be around forever. He knows her and recognizes her picture when he sees it, but how long will that memory last? He will have to rely on me and my siblings to tell him the story of Julia.
It's been only a few days and I desperately miss her and my heart is shattered. As the days pass I will feel better and pain will subside. The pain will never go away, but I will be able to look back at her remember who she was. A great woman.
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| This is the final family portrait. Top: Julio Elizabeth, Lourdes, Olivia, Cenovio Bottom: Yolanda, Dad, Mom, Vanessa |
This is a picture of Mom and Dad back in the day.
My Dad always wore a straw or felt hat when he went out. I always thought the crown on his hat was too tall. Guess he did this cause he was only 5'6"? That was on a good day. My Mom was person of simple needs. She always dressed modestly, rarely wore bright colors (her color of choice was brown). My Dad on the other hand, loved color as wasn't afraid to wear it!
My Mom, there are so many words to describe her, but unless you actually sat and talked to her even once, you could never know what an amazing woman she was. She was a hardcore disciplinarian and tough as nails. Was she too hard on us sometimes? Yeah, but it was because she loved her kids that much. She was a very smart woman and nothing got past her. This is the first time I am using the term "was" in reference to my Mom. Gotta say, it's fucking painful.
Like I said, she was tough on us growing up, but I guess you have to be if you want your kids to have a better life and not as hard as the one you had. Now that I am a Mom it's all making sense. As time went by and she got a lot older and the responsibility of parenting was fading, she mellowed quite a bit. She settled into the roll of Grandma. She loved her grand kids and great grand kids. She still had a lot of fire in her if you caught her on a bad day, but for the most part she pretty harmless.
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Here are a couple of pics taken this past summer.
To the right is a picture of my Mom with one of the latest additions, Baby Rhodes. He's my brothers first grand baby. Below here's Mom at Gage's graduation.
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| Mom, Gage and Yolanda |
I cry for my son who will never know what a wonderful person she was. He was born long after my Father passed and I naively thought my Mom would be around forever. He knows her and recognizes her picture when he sees it, but how long will that memory last? He will have to rely on me and my siblings to tell him the story of Julia.
It's been only a few days and I desperately miss her and my heart is shattered. As the days pass I will feel better and pain will subside. The pain will never go away, but I will be able to look back at her remember who she was. A great woman.
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| MJ and My Mom. MJ and her share the same birthday. This is a picture of his first day and my Moms 75th year on this earth.  January 9, 1934~ September 22, 2011 |
I am glad you posted this and we get to know your mother more. As you do describe her I see a lot of you in there. My heart aches for you in your loss, but Thank you for sharing this. I know I would of loved this women... but I do stand firm that from what I read I see so much of her in you!
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