Rest in Peace. The Lord is my Shepherd. Thirty-nine years have passed since my mother took her last breath. Although, many days separate me from that moment in time, it remains as vivid as the day of 1 December 1971. At the age of eighteen and very much self-absorbed in my adolescent life, I said goodbye to my mother. A most challenging time of my life. A month prior to her death, stymied by the break up with my first true love, I had limped home from Colorado with a broken heart. Mom's health was failing and I barely noticed. Thoughts that God was punishing me somehow were entertained. Sounds a bit dramatic, but Mom always described me as emotional. As I write this, I weep.
When in need, many loving women have assumed the role of adopted mother and filled those caverns and mountain tops, that only a mature woman can for a younger naive woman. One in particular stands out, "Momma Sweet" aka Margaret Townsend Allen. With words of encouragement, lots of laughter and by example she taught me about life's simplicity. Therefore, I was not punished by the loss of my Mom, but blessed with two mothers in my lifetime.
When in need, many loving women have assumed the role of adopted mother and filled those caverns and mountain tops, that only a mature woman can for a younger naive woman. One in particular stands out, "Momma Sweet" aka Margaret Townsend Allen. With words of encouragement, lots of laughter and by example she taught me about life's simplicity. Therefore, I was not punished by the loss of my Mom, but blessed with two mothers in my lifetime.
