On Mother’s Day, every year, I enjoy having my mother with me one more year. We should never take this for granted…
My grandmother lived to be 91 years old. We were blessed to have her so many years. She had 10 children, 26 grandchildren, and many of her great-grandchildren were already born before she passed away. She loved us all very dearly, and aways let us know.
When she was 9 years old, she lost a brother one day, and her mother next in the 1918 Spanish Influenza epidemic that spread around the world. She had a younger sister, who was 5, and a younger brother, just 18 months old…left without their mother. It was devastating. Those of us who have had our mothers cannot imagine what that was like.
I was always amazed at what a strong woman Lissia was. She was an inspiration to me, and I miss her dearly on today of all days. She taught me the meaning of a mother’s love at a very young age, and what it meant to be strong, even in the face of grief. I spent years admiring her fortitude, through many trials that no one woman should have to suffer. But she held her head up, and always persevered. Her love for God and her family was what kept her going, blessing each day she was given.
I love her and I know she is up there now looking down on all of us, still praying for each and every one of us. Happy Mother’s Day, Lissia! And to all the other mothers out there.