Wednesday, February 4, 2015
I could speak of how I feel I've lost my mom all over again - but I won't. Instead, I'll speak of Martha's sparkling eyes that shone with laughter and the toss of her head over her shoulder with an "Oh Diane!" at the silly things I said as a child...the unfiltered opinions I felt safe to express as a teen. Her patience as we piled cushions and blankets around the living room to make a 'fort' from the pull-out couch...the requests for over-nights met always with a 'I suppose so'. I'll speak of the piles of ribbon, string, cut out shapes, flowers, buttons and craft things piled on the dining room table from Martha's many creative endeavors - always impressive and made with such care and love. I'll speak of how rain or shine..I was welcome at the back door. I'll speak of church, and God and all her words of faith and guidance. More than my Second Mom...who laughingly called me "Dee-Di-Do-Dum" in a sing-song voice. Martha was loving, strong and generous. Forever in my heart.
