Dear Mom, I still remember you...
I remember you when I sit with Charles and read Henry's Red Sea. I remember how we had recordings of Peter Dyck talking about the stories in his book Up From the Rubble, and how you had many copies made of our cassettes to give to other people. I wonder what happened to them.
Hadn't thought of this book in years.
It's a good one!
I remember you when I have sick children and I suggest gargling salt water and guzzling EmergenC and applying cool wash cloths. I also remember that you didn't have Google; how did you manage?
I remember you when I'm addressing envelopes and adding notes to form letters with Christmas mail. I remember how you always said your goal was to have your Christmas cards in the mail by your birthday.
I remember you when I have the urge to give someone an encouraging note or a bit of homemade granola or cookies. You were so good at that kind of thing. Too often I pass the urge off and never get the deed done; I want to be more like you.
I remember you when a friend posts the link to a sermon by Ron Dunn titled Chained to the Chariot. This was another one of your favorites that got made into many copies to share with friends. Just seeing that title brings multiple lines from the sermon to my memory. (Go listen to it, it's good.)
I remember you when one of my children asks for sausage balls, so we mix them and squeeze them into shape. I hadn't made them in ages but they were one of your favorite things to make ahead and stick in the freezer. (Freeze them on a cookie sheet; throw them in a ziploc bag once they're frozen, then take out as many as you need to bake fresh and enjoy!)
I remember you often, but especially today: December 13; your birthday.
Missing you always and thankful for memories...... Love, Bethany
