My mother lived what could be called an ordinary life. She travelled when young, then settled down with a family, involved herself in the lives of her children and friends, and enjoyed a brief retirement. Her main interests were her faith and her family. She served at church, helped at the hospital and supported causes like Alzheimer’s awareness, missions, and hospice care. She wasn’t a leader outside our home, she wasn’t loud, she could be depended on to help but she wasn’t the focus of attention and did not want to be. She was the first to volunteer to bake, do dishes, host a visitor, or clean up.
She cared for her family and was very close to her four sisters. Her life was not characterized by great academic or professional success, she didn’t travel the world, she didn’t write any books or make any speeches. She taught children in Sunday school, visited lonely old ladies, laughed and cried with her sisters, cooked and cleaned and did laundry, and was a servant to her family. She entertained strangers, supported my father, cleaned up after us, and usually put her own needs last. Read More