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Her Eulogy


Preface:  My Mother’s Eulogy

First, I’d like to thank all of you for being here today to celebrate my mom. For everyone who has visited mom in the hospital and while she was in hospice, to the many, many phone calls, emails and texts my dad and I have received, and for all of the delicious food brought over and sent by many of you and all of the beautiful flowers, it’s all been amazing and very comforting during this difficult time.  This just proves how many lives my mom has touched.

My mom had the kindest soul. She always wore her heart on her sleeve and made sure that your needs came before hers. This was one of the many disputes we’d get in together because for the longest time, I would always tell her that she was too kind and that I wish she would worry about herself too.  Her own needs would always come last.

I’m a firm believer in making time for ourselves everyday and doing things that make us happy because it is extremely important. As a mom myself now, I’m no good to anyone, especially my daughter if I pour from an empty cup. But this wasn’t mom’s personality.  And that’s okay. And although we didn’t always agree on that topic, I know she fully understood me.  At the end of the day, she was her own person; kind, giving and warm.

I still respected my mom and I never judged her.  I accepted her warm heart.  I accepted her sensitive side and also her insane amount of positive energy she always spread to others.

My mom was truly the best mother a girl could ever receive. We have obviously had our ups and downs as to be expected with a teenage daughter and mom would tell you, I made her cry from ages 13 to 18.  That’s what teenagers do. After we would have an argument, mom would say to me, “I love you so much, but I don’t have to like you right now.” But she always forgave me and remained in my corner no matter what.  That’s just who she was.

I don’t think a day went by without my mom telling me that she loved me. She always asked me if I needed help with anything, she made me chicken soup when I was sick and she would make my favorite cake (coconut) just because. Mom once helped me plant flowers and mulch my front yard when all I really needed help with was to clean up the front a little bit. My yard looked like something out of Longwood gardens by the time we were finished.  Mom never asked for anything in return.  She just wanted to help people.

When I found out I was pregnant and my husband and I told my parents, she immediately asked if she could help with the nursery.  Mom loved to paint, and I despise it so it was a win-win.  She painted our daughter’s room and she did an incredible job. It made her happy and it made me happy too. She also decided to clean the carpets in the nursery.  They definitely were dirty and needed to be cleaned and so she came over one day with her huge Bissell cleaner ready to work. 

My mom always had a smile on her beautiful face.  I am so thankful I can call her mine.  I truly don’t think it gets better than her. She was one of a kind.  My daughter Claire and I will be her legacy and I love that.  Rest peacefully mom, I love you always.

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