To the Women Who Went Before

Today is Mother's Day and I am missing my momma. She passed over October 1, 1998 while here brother and sister were visiting from California -- only my brother (Missouri) and me (Northern Virginia) had to fly in for the funeral.  She was an incredible woman who was in nurses training when my dad returned from WWII in 1946 and they ran off and eloped. They had only known each other through letters - which I still have. My mom had moved next door to my dad's mom (momo) who encouraged her to write her son in the war. Little did momo know that when he returned those two would run off together.

Such are stuff romance novels are written about. I came along a year later and 13 months later my brother came along.  Back to nurses training, back then young ladies could NOT be married and go to nurses schools. She had to drop out but she went back when she turned 40 and graduated from college as a Registered Nurse. That takes guts and she had it.  I admired her back then for going back to school. She was a special lady and there will not be another one like her in my universe.

This is a love letter to those special women who went before me.  All three make up the me I call me.

My German Grandmother, Grandma:

Strictly conservative and Lutheran as they come.

My Southern Grandmother, Momo,

As Southern as southern can be and Southern Baptist on top of all that... Living  next door to each other most of my life!

Happy Mother's Day to all three of you - I know you are looking down from Heaven smiling at the me I have become and I just want you to know I love you all so much and think of you often. Hugs to all my Honeysuckle Peeps as you celebrate this special day today.