This is the dedication I presented on Sept. 13, 2014 for the DAR memorial service.
My mother loved the Daughters of the American Revolution. She was proud to be a member and even prouder to have been asked to serve as regent twice. I've been told that she was considered a great asset to both the National Society and the Texas Bluebonnet Chapter.
Some of you know my mother, some of you don't. I'd like to tell you about her. Mom was a survivor. She survived the death of her father when she was only six years old. She survived the passing of her youngest son, my little brother in 1993 and my father's death in 2006. One of her greatest triumphs was surviving breast cancer for 22 years. She had a lot of tragedy thrown at her, but she held her head high and kept a smile on her face.
My parents were married nearly 56 years. They were true soul mates. They were so dedicated to each other that they not only committed themselves in marriage, but to running a small business. It was a risk that paid out for both of them. My dad was the engineer. Mom was the admin. She sought business opportunities, kept amazingly accurate records, and fought fraudulent workman's comp claims. My father started the business, but she made it successful.
Bee told me that she was one of her best friends. Well, mom was my best friend too. She gave me love, confidence and support. Whenever I didn't get a job, an opportunity, or a date that I wanted, she would say, “Don't worry, something better will come along.” And she was right, my life is better because of her philosophy.
Mom always looked beautiful. She wore gorgeous clothes and a sincere smile. Even when arthritis crippled her and she could only wear jogging suits, she still had beauty inside and out. She never had to announce that she was a Christian, people just knew. Her faith always showed and it was never more vivid as it was during the last six years of her life. People loved her spirit and her sense of humor. I will never forget the day she went to hospice. . Our minister came in to pray with us. She had visitors from the nursing home. My boyfriend's parents spent time with us. Others dropped by. Doris Day movies played in the background. Throughout the day she claimed she knew where she was going (heaven) and she had nothing to fear. It was her time. She laughed with us, looked at me and promised me that she would always be with me. I know that she is.