Mom we miss you more than can be put into words. I miss the sound of your voice, laugh and the hugs we would share. I feel very fortunate to have had you for my Mom and friend. You are in our thoughts everyday and always will be.
Mom had three children, nine grandchildren and now thirteen great-grandchildren. Dad and Billy have gone to be with you and some day we will all be together once again and for always. I love you Mom.
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Mother by Ginny Brancato
A Tribute to Mothers.
For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is even more beautiful.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you." And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have given them strength." Andthe next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them." And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take.She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you... Not time, not space...not even death!
_______________________________
The following is a paper written as a school assignment by Dorothy's Grand-daughter, Heather Lynn Osborne. Heather is my daughter and I am so very happy that she had these feelings about her Grandmother, my Mom.
DEPENDENT
I am very independent. I talked with my grandmother every night. I am very independent. I went to church every Sunday with my grandmother. I am very independent. I worked for my grandmother during the weekends. I am very independent. I went shopping with my grandmother all the time. I am very independent. I cooked with my grandmother. I am very independent. I sewed with my grandmother. I am very independent. I was taught to be a lady by my grandmother. I am very independent. My grandmother died without me. I was left alone and confused. There was nowhere to go. I am very independent.
My family insisted that I was just like my grandmother. Is that independent? Was it a sign of my being independent when she died and I felt lost and alone? Yet, my family always claimed that I would grow-up strong and independent just like her.
I didn't realize how much I loved her until she was gone. She was my mentor. She was my best friend. She is my angel. It didn't hit me until years later that for me to be like her and be independent, I had to lose my dependency on her being by my side all the time.
She used to tell me that I was strong in my beliefs and very independent. I don't think she realized how much she influenced my thinking by her example. I figured out it wasn't me who was the good child everybody claimed that I was. It was a mirror image of my grandmother. I remember concentrating on what she would tell me just so I could run home to mommy and daddy showing that I was smart and had a view on something. Then I would hear them talking to others explaining how their daughter was ahead of all the rest. That's when people started claiming I was self-learning and self-teaching. I just felt like I was self-copying.
I ended up believing that what my grandmother said was right. She set the basis of my beliefs. It wasn't until I gained a testimony in the beliefs that she taught me until she died and that all I could rely on. And as I got older I began to cherish our relationship even more. To this day, I still believe her mirror image is within me. The difference now is that its a part of me, not just her.
I felt so out of place, and lonely once she passed on. Even though I knew other family members were sad, it felt like somebody had stabbed my heart personally. I fell into denial that she was gone. I dreamed for about a month every night that she was alive and we were doing things together. I remember calling her house asking for her after she died. I just couldn't let go.
I started drifting from things that she taught me. I found myself scared to attend church because I feared that there would be so many memories. I lost touch with reality and took life as a joke for a while. I caught myself in an identity crisis. It wasn't until I realized that I had this problem that I began to correct it. I chose to go back to my roots. I dropped from the church atmosphere for a while and then once I began having faith in my grandmother again, I began praying. As I prayed I felt a warmth in my heart. It was a peaceful feeling. That's when I made my way back to the church. It was there where I was completely content with who I was, who I am now.
Currently I stand strong for my beliefs, just as people said. I believe that my grandmother is at peace and I believe someday we will be reunited again. The morals she taught me are always held close to my heart. Though, at first, I was dependent on her presence, it was her death that helped me grow individually. I am now left alone physically, but her memories guide me through daily trials. I can honestly say, now, that I am very independent.
__________________________________
M. C. I GREATLY appreciate what you did with Mom's picture. I will always remember your random act of kindness.
Thank you!
Mom had three children, nine grandchildren and now thirteen great-grandchildren. Dad and Billy have gone to be with you and some day we will all be together once again and for always. I love you Mom.
____________
Mother by Ginny Brancato
A Tribute to Mothers.
For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is even more beautiful.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you." And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have given them strength." Andthe next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them." And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take.She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you... Not time, not space...not even death!
_______________________________
The following is a paper written as a school assignment by Dorothy's Grand-daughter, Heather Lynn Osborne. Heather is my daughter and I am so very happy that she had these feelings about her Grandmother, my Mom.
DEPENDENT
I am very independent. I talked with my grandmother every night. I am very independent. I went to church every Sunday with my grandmother. I am very independent. I worked for my grandmother during the weekends. I am very independent. I went shopping with my grandmother all the time. I am very independent. I cooked with my grandmother. I am very independent. I sewed with my grandmother. I am very independent. I was taught to be a lady by my grandmother. I am very independent. My grandmother died without me. I was left alone and confused. There was nowhere to go. I am very independent.
My family insisted that I was just like my grandmother. Is that independent? Was it a sign of my being independent when she died and I felt lost and alone? Yet, my family always claimed that I would grow-up strong and independent just like her.
I didn't realize how much I loved her until she was gone. She was my mentor. She was my best friend. She is my angel. It didn't hit me until years later that for me to be like her and be independent, I had to lose my dependency on her being by my side all the time.
She used to tell me that I was strong in my beliefs and very independent. I don't think she realized how much she influenced my thinking by her example. I figured out it wasn't me who was the good child everybody claimed that I was. It was a mirror image of my grandmother. I remember concentrating on what she would tell me just so I could run home to mommy and daddy showing that I was smart and had a view on something. Then I would hear them talking to others explaining how their daughter was ahead of all the rest. That's when people started claiming I was self-learning and self-teaching. I just felt like I was self-copying.
I ended up believing that what my grandmother said was right. She set the basis of my beliefs. It wasn't until I gained a testimony in the beliefs that she taught me until she died and that all I could rely on. And as I got older I began to cherish our relationship even more. To this day, I still believe her mirror image is within me. The difference now is that its a part of me, not just her.
I felt so out of place, and lonely once she passed on. Even though I knew other family members were sad, it felt like somebody had stabbed my heart personally. I fell into denial that she was gone. I dreamed for about a month every night that she was alive and we were doing things together. I remember calling her house asking for her after she died. I just couldn't let go.
I started drifting from things that she taught me. I found myself scared to attend church because I feared that there would be so many memories. I lost touch with reality and took life as a joke for a while. I caught myself in an identity crisis. It wasn't until I realized that I had this problem that I began to correct it. I chose to go back to my roots. I dropped from the church atmosphere for a while and then once I began having faith in my grandmother again, I began praying. As I prayed I felt a warmth in my heart. It was a peaceful feeling. That's when I made my way back to the church. It was there where I was completely content with who I was, who I am now.
Currently I stand strong for my beliefs, just as people said. I believe that my grandmother is at peace and I believe someday we will be reunited again. The morals she taught me are always held close to my heart. Though, at first, I was dependent on her presence, it was her death that helped me grow individually. I am now left alone physically, but her memories guide me through daily trials. I can honestly say, now, that I am very independent.
__________________________________
M. C. I GREATLY appreciate what you did with Mom's picture. I will always remember your random act of kindness.
Thank you!
Mom we miss you more than can be put into words. I miss the sound of your voice, laugh and the hugs we would share. I feel very fortunate to have had you for my Mom and friend. You are in our thoughts everyday and always will be.
Mom had three children, nine grandchildren and now thirteen great-grandchildren. Dad and Billy have gone to be with you and some day we will all be together once again and for always. I love you Mom.
____________
Mother by Ginny Brancato
A Tribute to Mothers.
For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is even more beautiful.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you." And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have given them strength." Andthe next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them." And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take.She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you... Not time, not space...not even death!
_______________________________
The following is a paper written as a school assignment by Dorothy's Grand-daughter, Heather Lynn Osborne. Heather is my daughter and I am so very happy that she had these feelings about her Grandmother, my Mom.
DEPENDENT
I am very independent. I talked with my grandmother every night. I am very independent. I went to church every Sunday with my grandmother. I am very independent. I worked for my grandmother during the weekends. I am very independent. I went shopping with my grandmother all the time. I am very independent. I cooked with my grandmother. I am very independent. I sewed with my grandmother. I am very independent. I was taught to be a lady by my grandmother. I am very independent. My grandmother died without me. I was left alone and confused. There was nowhere to go. I am very independent.
My family insisted that I was just like my grandmother. Is that independent? Was it a sign of my being independent when she died and I felt lost and alone? Yet, my family always claimed that I would grow-up strong and independent just like her.
I didn't realize how much I loved her until she was gone. She was my mentor. She was my best friend. She is my angel. It didn't hit me until years later that for me to be like her and be independent, I had to lose my dependency on her being by my side all the time.
She used to tell me that I was strong in my beliefs and very independent. I don't think she realized how much she influenced my thinking by her example. I figured out it wasn't me who was the good child everybody claimed that I was. It was a mirror image of my grandmother. I remember concentrating on what she would tell me just so I could run home to mommy and daddy showing that I was smart and had a view on something. Then I would hear them talking to others explaining how their daughter was ahead of all the rest. That's when people started claiming I was self-learning and self-teaching. I just felt like I was self-copying.
I ended up believing that what my grandmother said was right. She set the basis of my beliefs. It wasn't until I gained a testimony in the beliefs that she taught me until she died and that all I could rely on. And as I got older I began to cherish our relationship even more. To this day, I still believe her mirror image is within me. The difference now is that its a part of me, not just her.
I felt so out of place, and lonely once she passed on. Even though I knew other family members were sad, it felt like somebody had stabbed my heart personally. I fell into denial that she was gone. I dreamed for about a month every night that she was alive and we were doing things together. I remember calling her house asking for her after she died. I just couldn't let go.
I started drifting from things that she taught me. I found myself scared to attend church because I feared that there would be so many memories. I lost touch with reality and took life as a joke for a while. I caught myself in an identity crisis. It wasn't until I realized that I had this problem that I began to correct it. I chose to go back to my roots. I dropped from the church atmosphere for a while and then once I began having faith in my grandmother again, I began praying. As I prayed I felt a warmth in my heart. It was a peaceful feeling. That's when I made my way back to the church. It was there where I was completely content with who I was, who I am now.
Currently I stand strong for my beliefs, just as people said. I believe that my grandmother is at peace and I believe someday we will be reunited again. The morals she taught me are always held close to my heart. Though, at first, I was dependent on her presence, it was her death that helped me grow individually. I am now left alone physically, but her memories guide me through daily trials. I can honestly say, now, that I am very independent.
__________________________________
M. C. I GREATLY appreciate what you did with Mom's picture. I will always remember your random act of kindness.
Thank you!
Mom had three children, nine grandchildren and now thirteen great-grandchildren. Dad and Billy have gone to be with you and some day we will all be together once again and for always. I love you Mom.
____________
Mother by Ginny Brancato
A Tribute to Mothers.
For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is even more beautiful.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you." And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have given them strength." Andthe next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them." And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take.She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you... Not time, not space...not even death!
_______________________________
The following is a paper written as a school assignment by Dorothy's Grand-daughter, Heather Lynn Osborne. Heather is my daughter and I am so very happy that she had these feelings about her Grandmother, my Mom.
DEPENDENT
I am very independent. I talked with my grandmother every night. I am very independent. I went to church every Sunday with my grandmother. I am very independent. I worked for my grandmother during the weekends. I am very independent. I went shopping with my grandmother all the time. I am very independent. I cooked with my grandmother. I am very independent. I sewed with my grandmother. I am very independent. I was taught to be a lady by my grandmother. I am very independent. My grandmother died without me. I was left alone and confused. There was nowhere to go. I am very independent.
My family insisted that I was just like my grandmother. Is that independent? Was it a sign of my being independent when she died and I felt lost and alone? Yet, my family always claimed that I would grow-up strong and independent just like her.
I didn't realize how much I loved her until she was gone. She was my mentor. She was my best friend. She is my angel. It didn't hit me until years later that for me to be like her and be independent, I had to lose my dependency on her being by my side all the time.
She used to tell me that I was strong in my beliefs and very independent. I don't think she realized how much she influenced my thinking by her example. I figured out it wasn't me who was the good child everybody claimed that I was. It was a mirror image of my grandmother. I remember concentrating on what she would tell me just so I could run home to mommy and daddy showing that I was smart and had a view on something. Then I would hear them talking to others explaining how their daughter was ahead of all the rest. That's when people started claiming I was self-learning and self-teaching. I just felt like I was self-copying.
I ended up believing that what my grandmother said was right. She set the basis of my beliefs. It wasn't until I gained a testimony in the beliefs that she taught me until she died and that all I could rely on. And as I got older I began to cherish our relationship even more. To this day, I still believe her mirror image is within me. The difference now is that its a part of me, not just her.
I felt so out of place, and lonely once she passed on. Even though I knew other family members were sad, it felt like somebody had stabbed my heart personally. I fell into denial that she was gone. I dreamed for about a month every night that she was alive and we were doing things together. I remember calling her house asking for her after she died. I just couldn't let go.
I started drifting from things that she taught me. I found myself scared to attend church because I feared that there would be so many memories. I lost touch with reality and took life as a joke for a while. I caught myself in an identity crisis. It wasn't until I realized that I had this problem that I began to correct it. I chose to go back to my roots. I dropped from the church atmosphere for a while and then once I began having faith in my grandmother again, I began praying. As I prayed I felt a warmth in my heart. It was a peaceful feeling. That's when I made my way back to the church. It was there where I was completely content with who I was, who I am now.
Currently I stand strong for my beliefs, just as people said. I believe that my grandmother is at peace and I believe someday we will be reunited again. The morals she taught me are always held close to my heart. Though, at first, I was dependent on her presence, it was her death that helped me grow individually. I am now left alone physically, but her memories guide me through daily trials. I can honestly say, now, that I am very independent.
__________________________________
M. C. I GREATLY appreciate what you did with Mom's picture. I will always remember your random act of kindness.
Thank you!
