My mother was a pillar of strength, a competitor by heart, and a model of beauty and grace. She had aura about her that captured all those who had the privilege of meeting her, inviting them to be her friend. Upon the first "Hello," you were no longer just an acquaintance, you were a friend welcomed in her heart and home at any time. And there was never any judgmental line to cross when entering her hospitable world - wealth or social-economic standing was not a criteria for passage, for all were welcome. I remember for so many years, I would speak my disapproval of her cooking full-course meals for entire work crews who came to work on her house. I would candidly point out times where she had been quietly robbed when strangers were allowed to come into her house after feasting on her home-cooking. Still, the value of the items that were taken could never compare to the value she placed on giving. My mom, as well as my dad, were charities best friend. They gave considerable amounts of money to charities and organizations, some of which my sisters and I questioned the intent of their enterprise. "Charitable to a fault," I would often remark disdainfully, but that was before last Monday. You see, it isn't until now after my mom's passing that I understand her message - the life lesson she was trying to teach me: "Embrace all souls within our heart unconditionally and bless the good in everyone."
"It may be a little late coming, Mom, but I finally got it! I love you and I miss you. Give Dad a kiss for me when you see him at the Gates!"
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