The Gypsy Mama. We receive a one word writing prompt and get to write for five minutes flat. Our word for this week is SHE.
No matter what season of life I was in, I could always talk to her. She was the best listener.
When I was a teenager, my friends would love to come to our house to hang out. My mom was always available to talk or to ...simply listen.
One time I came home to find a guy I used to work with sitting at our kitchen table talking to my mom about his new found faith in Jesus.
When I moved cross country to Phoenix, she encouraged me. When she met my future husband for the first time, she welcomed him.
She loved children and babies and I guess just about everyone. She always had a joke to share even when she was in pain. She loved flowers and candles. She loved to laugh. And she especially loved my dad and her children and grandchildren.
After she died, we discovered all of her recipes typed on cards. She even organized all of her dinner parties with recipes and table linens. She left a personal letter for each of her children. She planned her funeral down to the songs she wanted played.
It's been eight years since she's been gone. But I can still hear her voice in my head. And I'm so thankful I can see her face reflected in mine when I look in the mirror.
Blessings and love,