My precious mother and best friend passed away at approximately 2:05 am Easter Morning in 2012. I visited with her as long as I could, wanting to hold her in her arms as she took her last breath, yet the hospital staff insisted I leave. It was sad for both of us and didn't make much sense yet I resistently left and she was gone within the hour of our last goodbyes. I wish that I could have stayed there with her til the very end, but they wouldn't let me. However I am grateful that I did get to spend time with her during her final hours. Those last couple of hours with her seemed like minutes, because we had always been a mother and daughter team so inevitably we were always in the middle of doing something, and of course having one of our mother and daughter, heart to heart discussions. During the last few days of my Mother's life she was incubated with infibilator down into her lungs, with all the other tubes and aperatus'; indeed my little girl was in so much misery--well we were both in misery together. We were helpless but not without our faith and our hope in Christ that we will in fact be together again one day in heaven. My mother loved the word of God, so I read to her from a book of Psalms and prayers for Easter, April 8th,:"Restore to me the joys of your salvation, and sustain in me a willing spirit" Psalms 51:12. Because the Joy of the Lord is her strength,the physical and emotional misery did not take away from the truth that she was indeed an extremely magnanimous lady in every way. She looked up me with those beautiful emerald green eyes and God revealed to me that I was blessed with them most loving, most caring mother in the world; one that never stopped praying for me every since the day I was born to her. It took strength from God to tell her that it was okay to let go and go unto heaven, although I didn't want her to leave my life. She was my very best friend my entire life. I said, "Go and see our family,her parents; ride your horse, and see God's awesome Angels! My precious mommy is not walking on the streets of gold and enjoying all the magnificiant gifts and crowns God has had for her! She is no longer in pain and in heaven there is no sorrow, she's eternally living forever happily just as she read about in her Bible for so many years. I have never meant anyone with as much hope and faith in my life as my Mother. Right before I had to leave,she looked at me as if to say she was worried about my daughter and I; and how we would get along with her, we were both broken hearted yet had to realize the fact that God will continue to take care of us, and God will keep us strong. My mother always had such a zest for life, while no one really wants to die, I feel for her it was magified especially that I wll always be her baby along with my daughter she considered her baby too. Our merciful and loving God took her home soonafter I left the hospital. While I regret not being able to be there during her last breath, I'm also thankful to God Almighty that I was able to be there during her last hour to comfort her, to kiss her and to ease her anxiety and fear of death and the unknown; although she knew her name was written in the book of life, and there was no question of her salvation, dying and leaving your family is still heartwrenching shattering and downright scarey! Death is as mysterious, dredged feeling no matter what maturiy level you are in Christ. That's how I feel. I reassured my mother that I would continue to follow in her footsteps and be as wonderful to her grandaughter as she was to me. I told my mother we'd both are strong so that it would be easier on her to let go! However lately for me I have really given into deep saddness as I'm so lonesome for her. I feel we were closer then most mother's and daughter's, not that we are any better, it's just the way it is. It's only been a few months since she's passed so I do allow myself to cry, reminisce and to grieve. It's very painful at times, yet I know I'll make it through because she taught me hope and faith and to find happiness in the simpler things in life, and to also carry on strong when things seem like an uphill battle. My mom once said to me, "We made it through, didn't we?" This I will hold in my heart forever and remember the power there is in God and to keep my faith that in troubling times, I will make it through. My mother passed unto me an honorable appreciation for what God has given us on this earth to enjoy, such as flowers, sunsets, birds, pets and those special heart to heart talks with my own daughter. God works through other people so now without my mother's guidance when it comes to who's a good person for me in my life or not, I must branch out on my own, depending on God to help me with discernment and for my daughter as well. I will protect my daughter just as my mama bear protected me! My mother was my best friend, and was from the very start, it wasn't until the latter years that I was really aware of it...she was "there" for me the whole time! I do miss her a little more lately as I'm approaching my first birthday of my life without her. One good thing is that I never really took her for granted I've always known that God specifically catered to my individual need and I was given the best mommy in the world for me!! My mother was truly a beautiful soul. She prayed for all of her loved ones, and was an avid reader of The Holy Bible. She loved calling her grandaughter, "My Miss Amanda!" My mother was known for having a green thumb and loved teaching us the names of flowers and their meanings, as she knew them by heart. She was an excellent dancer, and in her younger years won awards for it. One trophy of hers reads: "Best Twist". My Mother was witty, cute and remarkably intuitive especially with me and Miss Amanda! She would call often and say, "Did you feel Mom's prayers?" I did! I can't count how many times she'd call me and know if I had a headache or a heartache; and she was the same way with Amanda. I was the same way with her, I guess you could say we read each other like a book :)The three of us were very close indeed.
I had a very happy childhood with my mother. In my teen years, she was right alongside me during "stages" even in my short lived punk rock stage. In College, she was so proud and would encourage me to become whatever I was truly fascinated in. During these times, she bared my vegetarian and my "Little Miss know it all" phase well into my 20's. When I gave birth to my daughter, my mother lived very close and helped me every step of the way with my newborn. I'd say, "I love my baby so much, then she'd smile and say, "Now you know how much I love you" I was honored to have her live so close to me and teach me how to carefully and tenderly raise my daughter...and for years this went on! My mother taught me how to be a wonderful mother as well. She became just as spiritually inseparable with her Miss Amanda as she was with me. My sweet mama glowed with beauty her whole life. When I look at my daughter, I see it. When I hear compliments of how beautiful she is, I jokingly tell people "Thank you, both my parents were gorgeous...the beauty must have skipped a generation." My Mother married Gary Dean Betts of Gardena, Ca in December of 1963 when she was just 22. My parents had me one year later. Throughout my life, my mother taught me self-respect and confidence in all of my endeavors and dreams. She was proud of my successes and my failures too because at least I tried. She was my shoulder to cry on, when life threw it's punches. She dried my tears and gave me inspiration to carry on. With her good humour she's have me laughing at a situation and before I knew it, I became a humble, lovable, enjoyable young lady on this earth. My mom would help me solve my problems even though she's know the answer the whole time, just making sure I was always headed in the right direction. She taught me how to have faith and to believe in miracles too and when I start to
Growing up, she was strict with who I could hang around with. My mother was the sweetest, most kindest mother ever and I often told her, "You are the best Mother in the world!". My daughter and I did all that we could to let her know that she was loved and appreciated. I'm so blessed to have her as my mother and grandmother to my daughter. Today, as we sit still together and feel this tragic loss in our lives, we will remember that she was enjoyable, funny, witty, full of wisdom, and a firecracker of a woman and we will be together again someday.
I had a very happy childhood with my mother. In my teen years, she was right alongside me during "stages" even in my short lived punk rock stage. In College, she was so proud and would encourage me to become whatever I was truly fascinated in. During these times, she bared my vegetarian and my "Little Miss know it all" phase well into my 20's. When I gave birth to my daughter, my mother lived very close and helped me every step of the way with my newborn. I'd say, "I love my baby so much, then she'd smile and say, "Now you know how much I love you" I was honored to have her live so close to me and teach me how to carefully and tenderly raise my daughter...and for years this went on! My mother taught me how to be a wonderful mother as well. She became just as spiritually inseparable with her Miss Amanda as she was with me. My sweet mama glowed with beauty her whole life. When I look at my daughter, I see it. When I hear compliments of how beautiful she is, I jokingly tell people "Thank you, both my parents were gorgeous...the beauty must have skipped a generation." My Mother married Gary Dean Betts of Gardena, Ca in December of 1963 when she was just 22. My parents had me one year later. Throughout my life, my mother taught me self-respect and confidence in all of my endeavors and dreams. She was proud of my successes and my failures too because at least I tried. She was my shoulder to cry on, when life threw it's punches. She dried my tears and gave me inspiration to carry on. With her good humour she's have me laughing at a situation and before I knew it, I became a humble, lovable, enjoyable young lady on this earth. My mom would help me solve my problems even though she's know the answer the whole time, just making sure I was always headed in the right direction. She taught me how to have faith and to believe in miracles too and when I start to
Growing up, she was strict with who I could hang around with. My mother was the sweetest, most kindest mother ever and I often told her, "You are the best Mother in the world!". My daughter and I did all that we could to let her know that she was loved and appreciated. I'm so blessed to have her as my mother and grandmother to my daughter. Today, as we sit still together and feel this tragic loss in our lives, we will remember that she was enjoyable, funny, witty, full of wisdom, and a firecracker of a woman and we will be together again someday.
My precious mother and best friend passed away at approximately 2:05 am Easter Morning in 2012. I visited with her as long as I could, wanting to hold her in her arms as she took her last breath, yet the hospital staff insisted I leave. It was sad for both of us and didn't make much sense yet I resistently left and she was gone within the hour of our last goodbyes. I wish that I could have stayed there with her til the very end, but they wouldn't let me. However I am grateful that I did get to spend time with her during her final hours. Those last couple of hours with her seemed like minutes, because we had always been a mother and daughter team so inevitably we were always in the middle of doing something, and of course having one of our mother and daughter, heart to heart discussions. During the last few days of my Mother's life she was incubated with infibilator down into her lungs, with all the other tubes and aperatus'; indeed my little girl was in so much misery--well we were both in misery together. We were helpless but not without our faith and our hope in Christ that we will in fact be together again one day in heaven. My mother loved the word of God, so I read to her from a book of Psalms and prayers for Easter, April 8th,:"Restore to me the joys of your salvation, and sustain in me a willing spirit" Psalms 51:12. Because the Joy of the Lord is her strength,the physical and emotional misery did not take away from the truth that she was indeed an extremely magnanimous lady in every way. She looked up me with those beautiful emerald green eyes and God revealed to me that I was blessed with them most loving, most caring mother in the world; one that never stopped praying for me every since the day I was born to her. It took strength from God to tell her that it was okay to let go and go unto heaven, although I didn't want her to leave my life. She was my very best friend my entire life. I said, "Go and see our family,her parents; ride your horse, and see God's awesome Angels! My precious mommy is not walking on the streets of gold and enjoying all the magnificiant gifts and crowns God has had for her! She is no longer in pain and in heaven there is no sorrow, she's eternally living forever happily just as she read about in her Bible for so many years. I have never meant anyone with as much hope and faith in my life as my Mother. Right before I had to leave,she looked at me as if to say she was worried about my daughter and I; and how we would get along with her, we were both broken hearted yet had to realize the fact that God will continue to take care of us, and God will keep us strong. My mother always had such a zest for life, while no one really wants to die, I feel for her it was magified especially that I wll always be her baby along with my daughter she considered her baby too. Our merciful and loving God took her home soonafter I left the hospital. While I regret not being able to be there during her last breath, I'm also thankful to God Almighty that I was able to be there during her last hour to comfort her, to kiss her and to ease her anxiety and fear of death and the unknown; although she knew her name was written in the book of life, and there was no question of her salvation, dying and leaving your family is still heartwrenching shattering and downright scarey! Death is as mysterious, dredged feeling no matter what maturiy level you are in Christ. That's how I feel. I reassured my mother that I would continue to follow in her footsteps and be as wonderful to her grandaughter as she was to me. I told my mother we'd both are strong so that it would be easier on her to let go! However lately for me I have really given into deep saddness as I'm so lonesome for her. I feel we were closer then most mother's and daughter's, not that we are any better, it's just the way it is. It's only been a few months since she's passed so I do allow myself to cry, reminisce and to grieve. It's very painful at times, yet I know I'll make it through because she taught me hope and faith and to find happiness in the simpler things in life, and to also carry on strong when things seem like an uphill battle. My mom once said to me, "We made it through, didn't we?" This I will hold in my heart forever and remember the power there is in God and to keep my faith that in troubling times, I will make it through. My mother passed unto me an honorable appreciation for what God has given us on this earth to enjoy, such as flowers, sunsets, birds, pets and those special heart to heart talks with my own daughter. God works through other people so now without my mother's guidance when it comes to who's a good person for me in my life or not, I must branch out on my own, depending on God to help me with discernment and for my daughter as well. I will protect my daughter just as my mama bear protected me! My mother was my best friend, and was from the very start, it wasn't until the latter years that I was really aware of it...she was "there" for me the whole time! I do miss her a little more lately as I'm approaching my first birthday of my life without her. One good thing is that I never really took her for granted I've always known that God specifically catered to my individual need and I was given the best mommy in the world for me!! My mother was truly a beautiful soul. She prayed for all of her loved ones, and was an avid reader of The Holy Bible. She loved calling her grandaughter, "My Miss Amanda!" My mother was known for having a green thumb and loved teaching us the names of flowers and their meanings, as she knew them by heart. She was an excellent dancer, and in her younger years won awards for it. One trophy of hers reads: "Best Twist". My Mother was witty, cute and remarkably intuitive especially with me and Miss Amanda! She would call often and say, "Did you feel Mom's prayers?" I did! I can't count how many times she'd call me and know if I had a headache or a heartache; and she was the same way with Amanda. I was the same way with her, I guess you could say we read each other like a book :)The three of us were very close indeed.
I had a very happy childhood with my mother. In my teen years, she was right alongside me during "stages" even in my short lived punk rock stage. In College, she was so proud and would encourage me to become whatever I was truly fascinated in. During these times, she bared my vegetarian and my "Little Miss know it all" phase well into my 20's. When I gave birth to my daughter, my mother lived very close and helped me every step of the way with my newborn. I'd say, "I love my baby so much, then she'd smile and say, "Now you know how much I love you" I was honored to have her live so close to me and teach me how to carefully and tenderly raise my daughter...and for years this went on! My mother taught me how to be a wonderful mother as well. She became just as spiritually inseparable with her Miss Amanda as she was with me. My sweet mama glowed with beauty her whole life. When I look at my daughter, I see it. When I hear compliments of how beautiful she is, I jokingly tell people "Thank you, both my parents were gorgeous...the beauty must have skipped a generation." My Mother married Gary Dean Betts of Gardena, Ca in December of 1963 when she was just 22. My parents had me one year later. Throughout my life, my mother taught me self-respect and confidence in all of my endeavors and dreams. She was proud of my successes and my failures too because at least I tried. She was my shoulder to cry on, when life threw it's punches. She dried my tears and gave me inspiration to carry on. With her good humour she's have me laughing at a situation and before I knew it, I became a humble, lovable, enjoyable young lady on this earth. My mom would help me solve my problems even though she's know the answer the whole time, just making sure I was always headed in the right direction. She taught me how to have faith and to believe in miracles too and when I start to
Growing up, she was strict with who I could hang around with. My mother was the sweetest, most kindest mother ever and I often told her, "You are the best Mother in the world!". My daughter and I did all that we could to let her know that she was loved and appreciated. I'm so blessed to have her as my mother and grandmother to my daughter. Today, as we sit still together and feel this tragic loss in our lives, we will remember that she was enjoyable, funny, witty, full of wisdom, and a firecracker of a woman and we will be together again someday.
I had a very happy childhood with my mother. In my teen years, she was right alongside me during "stages" even in my short lived punk rock stage. In College, she was so proud and would encourage me to become whatever I was truly fascinated in. During these times, she bared my vegetarian and my "Little Miss know it all" phase well into my 20's. When I gave birth to my daughter, my mother lived very close and helped me every step of the way with my newborn. I'd say, "I love my baby so much, then she'd smile and say, "Now you know how much I love you" I was honored to have her live so close to me and teach me how to carefully and tenderly raise my daughter...and for years this went on! My mother taught me how to be a wonderful mother as well. She became just as spiritually inseparable with her Miss Amanda as she was with me. My sweet mama glowed with beauty her whole life. When I look at my daughter, I see it. When I hear compliments of how beautiful she is, I jokingly tell people "Thank you, both my parents were gorgeous...the beauty must have skipped a generation." My Mother married Gary Dean Betts of Gardena, Ca in December of 1963 when she was just 22. My parents had me one year later. Throughout my life, my mother taught me self-respect and confidence in all of my endeavors and dreams. She was proud of my successes and my failures too because at least I tried. She was my shoulder to cry on, when life threw it's punches. She dried my tears and gave me inspiration to carry on. With her good humour she's have me laughing at a situation and before I knew it, I became a humble, lovable, enjoyable young lady on this earth. My mom would help me solve my problems even though she's know the answer the whole time, just making sure I was always headed in the right direction. She taught me how to have faith and to believe in miracles too and when I start to
Growing up, she was strict with who I could hang around with. My mother was the sweetest, most kindest mother ever and I often told her, "You are the best Mother in the world!". My daughter and I did all that we could to let her know that she was loved and appreciated. I'm so blessed to have her as my mother and grandmother to my daughter. Today, as we sit still together and feel this tragic loss in our lives, we will remember that she was enjoyable, funny, witty, full of wisdom, and a firecracker of a woman and we will be together again someday.
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