In Memory of my Mother
Today was my Mother’s funeral in Oregon. When I woke up I decided to climb a new (for me) Mountain in the park and reflect on her beautiful soul. West Mountain turned out to be up, more up and then more up. While I enjoyed the scenery and the challenge it was my Mother’s Love for life that filled my heart.
She was one of the brave WWII war brides that traveled to America to marry US Servicemen. Boarding a Ship in New Zealand she began the long journey to New York City. I tried to imagine the excitement and fear she experienced.
What was it like to raise three daughters in her new home? How did she become an American while recovering from the challenges of post WWII. I was always happy she had her British group of ladies that would meet each month. A group of ladies from New Zealand, Australia and Great Britain all sharing the bond of WWII and marrying an American.
She was strong and fragile all at once. Her heart was beautiful and forgiving. No matter how much I screwed up she was always there to Love me.
She was the best Mother… and I will always miss her, her LOVE will flow through me like river forever
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Canyon Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Canyon Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Canyon Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Canyon Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Canyon Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Canyon Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Canyon Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Oak Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- Hot Springs National Park, AR West Mountain Trail
- West Mountain Trail View
- West Mountain Trail View
- My Moms Obituary
I look at these paths; and I look at your Mom’s beautiful face; and know a lot of her story; and all the adventures and paths she took; and you have taken, to where we wound up on the same path. I am saddened too by this loss; not only because it was your Mom, but because I knew the special relationship you both had; so few mother’s/daughters have that. And both truly loved each other. All of us look at that special relationship and it brings hope that there is love; and when I feel your love, and I do, I know how much you and your mom are alike. I am truly blessed to be your husband. Love Rick