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The Muvver of Me by Lynn Thomas - September 21, 2003

    

      Thank you all for coming.  I know that Mom would be pleased, and the family appreciates your support.

    

      Each of us has our own perspective on how Mom touched our lives.  I’d like to share a bit about how Mom was a unique and special person to me.

              

      Throughout my life, I remember her as being a teacher – not just to the hundreds of children she taught over the years, but to her own children as well.

                

      She and I shared a love of education and learning.

            

      I’m fortunate that I possess some of her teaching skills.  That teacher part of me is probably what is allowing me to stand up here and share these thoughts with you today.  Thanks to these skills that I got from Mom, I have also made a difference in many children’s lives.  So, Mom’s impact on the lives of young people extends much farther than she ever knew.

     

      Mom taught me how to live independently:

  • She taught me how to clean house.  From her, I learned the many cleaning properties of lighter fluid.  To this day, I always keep a bottle of lighter fluid handy in my house.

  • I learned the many uses of a Dust Buster.  But, unlike Mom, I don’t make it a frequent practice of running behind people, running the Dust Buster before they’re finished with their work.

  • She taught me how to cook.  I don’t know how many ways there are to prepare Jell-O, but I’m sure that Mom knew every one of them.  Unfortunately, I never mastered removing Jell-O from a mold in one piece.  But, I’m sure that Mom will forgive me for serving from the bowl.

  • And I know that I’ll never again taste deviled eggs or wild rice the way Mom made them.

      She taught me to be prepared for any emergency:

  • We children remember having enough toilet paper in the basement cabinets to serve the entire city of Crete.  And I know that there are enough light bulbs in those same cabinets right now to keep all of Tinley Park lit for a decade.

  • When I was 16, Mom encouraged me to begin buying household items for my hope chest.  Some people might have said, “Get a clue, she was looking forward to you leaving home.”  But I know that she was preparing me to be on my own.  My own son and his fiancé will also benefit from my following Mom’s lead and buying things that Kyle could use to live on his own.

      Mom had a very giving and considerate side to her as well:

  • When Mom had lost all her weight, she never let me leave the house without taking a bag of clothes that she could no longer wear.

  • Because I don’t like nuts, she’d always make a separate pan of fudge for me without nuts.

  • She was always offering to help me compile reports and help with other paperwork for my work.

  • She offered to help take care of me following my surgery

  • She loved to make soups and chili and give it to my husband so he’d have something to eat when I was traveling for my job, in case I forgot to feed him.

  • And she was serious when she asked if she could come over to help us pack our house before our recent move.

      She was also a great example to me of how to be a caring and considerate wife.

            

      I’m so glad that I had the opportunity to share the last two years living closer to Mom & Dad.  Although I’ve heard, “You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.”  Moving away six weeks ago was one of the hardest things I’ve had to  
do.

              

      I’ve got to believe that Mom’s been called for another purpose, or none of this would make sense.  She’s somewhere teaching a child to read, write or spell  Or she’s tending God’s flower garden.  Heaven will have some of the best roses ever, and none of them will be artificial.

                         

      I don’t see today’s rainy weather as a commentary on how sad we are to lose Mom.  But, I look at it as a statement of how the rain will help her roses to grow and that her children will continue to bloom, thanks to how we were raised.

                

      I know that she’ll be with us and continue to share in each of our joys and sorrows.

              

      She’ll continue to be with us in reminders to Dad to take his medication or to get out and take a walk.

             

      No matter what, I know that Mom will always be "the muvver of me”.