I just got back from visiting with mom, we shared a 24oz Coors Light. She had most of it so I could drive home. Then something
weird happened, no Jay did not show up, I was standing there talking to her, telling her about all the dumb shit some of my siblings do and all of a sudden I felt someone put there hand on my shoulder. As if to calm me. I turned around real fast, because it scared the poop out of me and no one was there. I said Mom? Is that you? No answer of course. But then one of those hanging baskets on a hook started spinning and shaking back and forth but there was not enough wind to move it that much. I am still shaking.
It was really eerie.
Looking good before she had to pass a couple
Bozarth heads.
Looks like she is going candy striping
I got
nothin'
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMYOU LEFT US WITH A LOT OF GREAT MEMORIES AND ONE HELL OF A LEGACYTHANKSDo you have a special story about mom? 
Looks like she is going candy striping
I got nothin'
11 comments:
Elaine cared about other people's comfort before her own. Her children meant everything to her, especially Jay, who couldn't see too good. I wonder how many hours she spent just cleaning the boy's glasses? You were all blessed to have her for a mom. Also, she knew how to celebrate her husband's birthday...what would the world be like without John, Joe and Jay?
Happy Birthday Mom! You are still missed!
Beautiful pictures of her. You always manage to find some new ones. At the risk of sounding stupid, did that really happen at the cemetary Joe?? Because that would be so awesome if it did. I'm sure that grandma and grandpa are here with us watching over our whole family. What I wouldn't give to be a kid again and get to spend some more time over at their house.
I think that would be comforting. I remember asking Mom for a sign after she died when I moved home with Dad. I just wanted to know if she was in a better place because I knew I wasn't. HA HA. Oh excuse me I did not mean to scream. All of a sudden I heard her voice call up the stairs like she did so many times Jane Ali, Jane Ali. Then I knew she was ok and I too would be ok. I do believe in angels and I am sure she is all of ours watching over us everyday, too bad most of her time is spent at the farm watching over the boys. Again ha ha. Thanks so much for the pictures, Jan and I are looking at them and enjoying them.
I have always heard such wonderful stories about her. I really wish that I could have met Grandma. She sure sounds like she was one cool cat! It's comforting to know that she's out there watching over all of us though. I'm sure she is so proud of everyone.
I'd love to have just an hour of her time now to see what she really thinks of everyone!!!! I know she would think my boys were the best boys ever!! She'd still be wanting to fix Joe something to eat after a long nights work, and he would still be saying "no mom, if I want something to eat I can get it myself" and I'd bet she would still be jumping up to make Jeff popcorn the minute he asked...Yep, she was all about her kids....I hope I am just like her.
Elaine did love her children-and her grandchildren. Kelly and I would disagree over every outfit-every pair of socks, but Elaine bought her a white blouse at a garage sale for quarter, and Kelly wore it for years until it fell apart finally. Elaine was just starting to enjoy life, when God took her-I hope He had plenty of Falstaff for her to enjoy with no worries
I still miss Mom so much. When I was in college she would go out with my friends and me. Yep, we'd go out drinking. I never felt like she was intruding--hell, she was the reason I got served. And my friends thought it was cool and she fit right in.
I know I've said it before - but my only real memory of Grandma was her changing my shitty diaper - no joke...It was in Joe's current dining room and I can still see the tan board paneling, believe she even had a navy blue handherchief/bandana on.
Of course all my first memories are of people changing my crappy diapers:)
She certainly was one of a kind. I thought of her all day long(my glasses were dirty). I remember Mom going out drinking beer with me and my friends. By going out I mean out back by the wood pile. By drinking beer I mean malt liquor and by friends I mean Tim Stegeman. I love you momma!
I'm crying reading all of the comments. She certainly was one of a kind and I miss her so much. All of our friends wish their Mom could have been like her. She was so easy going. She could have written the book, 'Don't sweat the small stuff'.
She loved "The Streak" by Ray Stevens and "When your hot, your hot" by Jerry Reed. When those songs would come on, mom would just stop and smile while listening to them.
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