I have reflected on my life as a child growing up at home. I have thought about all of the things my mother has missed since she has been gone. I wonder if the rest of my family is going through the same feelings I am. I reminisce on my mother's life. I try not to think of the things she still wanted to do in her life but didn't get the opportunity to do.
I realize everyone has lost loved ones, and have thoughts they go through. But I wonder, if I, with genealogy being such a big factor in my life, think any deeper or differently about the ones I have lost, compared to the average Joe.
My involvement in genealogy started before my mother passed. I remember the first things I found on the internet that intrigued me, surprised me and excited me. I remember sharing these with my mother and wanting her to share the excitement back. She never really did. The information I had found was regarding my fathers family and not hers. Is that why she wasn't interested? I couldn't image that was true.
I have so many questions for my mother now. Oh how I wish I could talk to her once more. We never heard much about her side of the family. I was lucky I knew my grandparents, and uncle. Beyond that, I don't remember hearing anything about my ggrandparents, or any other family.
I have since found who some of these family members are, and have learned a secret or two regarding her and her family. I look back now and am sure she wasn't happy with me digging into genealogy, only because of what I may find. I have found a couple of those things I am sure she'd rather I didn't know. As an adult, I look at these things as part of life, maybe as a child I would have thought differently. Will I find any more surprises?
My mother was a very private person. I miss that she never shared her heritage with us. Oh sure, we knew what she wanted us to know, but nothing beyond that. I never heard her talk about her grandparents. I wonder, do I talk enough about my grandparents to my kids?
My mother was diagnosed with cancer and given a year to live, she almost made it a year. It was a tough year, for the whole family. I felt, at least I had hoped, that one day she would open up to me, and give me some answers, or at least give me some sort of information that may have been on her mind. I was wrong, and I should have known better. Remember, I told you she was a very private person. So different from me. I don't advertise my life, as you can tell from my blog, but I am definitely more open and sharing than my mother was.
My mother was a great mother. She did the best she knew how, and the way she thought it should be done. Of course as her daughter, I can think of things I didn't agree with or would have handled differently, but isn't that how we learn and decide how we will raise our own children?
My mother was strict. To strict most of the time, but that is my opinion. I think as the younger children grew up, she wasn't as strict with them. I was the eldest, so she was toughest with me. I see now she was that way because she didn't want us to go through things she went through, she thought she was protecting us.
Her children grew up to be fine respectable adults. She (along with my father) did a fine job raising us. There was a method to her madness! ;-)
So many memories...so much she has missed...all we miss from her...eight years..wow, still seems like yesterday. Rest in peace mom. I love you.
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