Dear. Mom
For your birthday this weekend I thought I'd write a note to you.
You've been on my mind a lot this week. The goldenrod is in full bloom along the side of the road and you always reminded me that this meant fall was in the air. It won't be long now until the leaves will soon follow and before we know it, fall will be in full swing.
The summer has gone by fast as Maine summers seem to always do. One day the calendar says it's the Fourth of July and the next weekend seems like Labor Day. Those seven to eight weeks in between seem but a blur. It was very strange to not see any sort of a garden out in front of the house this year. Probably I'd guess to say that this was the first year the Corey farm has never had some sort of garden. I was reminded the other day when late last summer you ventured down to the garden on your own and you took a little tumble, you were okay and everything. You just sort of sat there until you heard someone drive up the driveway. Sure enough your granddaughter Hannah heard your hollers and came down to your rescue. Hard to believe that was only a year ago.
I was looking through some pictures the other day. I remember I took some shots of you and your sunflowers a few summers ago. I can remember how impressed you were with how well they did. I'm thankful I was able to capture that memory through some of the pictures we did that afternoon.
The family stays busy with life and all that is going on. Ron finally has some new wheels and he is on the road to recovery. It's amazing how many similarities the two of you share. It was very hard to be back at St. Mary's hospital the last week or so. Ron was literally just two doors down on the same wing where you were admitted when you first started dialysis. Each time I walked past your old room a part of me wanted to just check to see if you were in there. So...Mom you'd be proud of Ron for what he went through in having his knees replaced just like you had done 7 1/2 years ago. We're looking forward to a much better quality of life for Ron as he becomes more mobile.
The Farmington Fair is just a few weeks away and remember what we did last year Mom? I can't believe this still but I remember you walked up and down those stairs to the exhibition hall. In fact you walked the whole time we were there with barely any assistance. I was so proud of you and more than anything thankful that we were able to share that time together.
So Mom on this birthday you can tell for me it's a maze of both the present and the past. I think that is what is the hardest thing for me right now. I'm trying to be present in this "moment" but I'm also not wanting to forget (and never will) all the "last" things that we experienced together. I mean even the simple things catch me off guard and bring me right back to moments with you. I was walking in Wal-Mart just last night and passed the juice isle and their was your little Welch's white grape juice bottles. You burned through a lot of those and I just remember how much comfort those brought you. There are so many simple things Mom that all add up. So what I'm trying to say Mom is once again thank you for all those things that make me laugh and cry at the same time.
You will be thought of often this weekend. We will not forget you Mom and on your birthday weekend we will celebrate your life and all the gifts you gave to each one.
Happy Birthday Mom!
I miss and love you so much!
With deep admiration.
Your Son,
Rodney
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VERA
I will NEVER forget your gentle lessons in life. Anyone who has ever spent a moment of their lives in your presence will forever be changed. Your beauty, your grace, your laughter, your strength and above all your devotion to our creator and Lord, Jesus Christ. I have missed you dearly but will strive to live my life as you would have liked ...
"Always put Jesus first"
You have been such a blessing to my life. I can't wait to get to heaven and hug you and say "Thanks"
As I focus on reading His word and listening to His direction, I can't help but be reminded of a verse that always bring a tear to my eye (usually a few!) and reminds me of you and your love of scripture.
Psalm 121:1-2
I lift up my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
I will always remember you when I think things can't get any worse or the pain is just too much to bear ... "Pray, Pray, Pray" ... is what you said. So, I close my eyes and cry out to the Lord and somehow He gives me the strength to make it to another day. I give him thanks and I am reminded of your courage and strength.
Thank you, Vera, for touching my life, my heart and my soul.
My love and prayers for everyone that will surround you and your memory on your special day.
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Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
My chains are gone
I've been set free
My God, my Savior has ransomed me
And like a flood His mercy reigns
Unending love, Amazing grace
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