There will never be another person who will mean as much to me as my mom.
She started out in life the hard way, growing up during the Great Depression. She was oldest of five children born to Fred and Alice Jones. Her father and mother worked at a textile mill to earn a living for themselves and their children. When she was a child, she and her brother picked cotton by hand to contribute to the family's wellbeing.
In 1954 she married Clinton Hiley. She was the mother of five children: Billie, Fred, Lynda, Juanita, and Clinton. Her husband, and children Fred and Juanita preceded her in death. She had six grandchildren, and twelve great-grandchildren, and one great-great grandchild.
Other than the occasional job to pay a bill, my mother never worked outside the home. It brought her joy to care for her family and she was a top-notch cook. Every year she grew a vegetable garden and her home canned foods were a staple in our home. The peaches she put up every year, were the best. Family was very important to my mother, and when it became necessary, she assisted in the raising of her grandchildren.
My parents were soulmates and they completed each other. The one thing that consoles me about Mother's death, is that she and Daddy are together again, eternally. Their devotion to each other was timeless.
Mother's health was very good overall. She was rarely ill. She did have an aneurysm twelve or thirteen years ago, which almost took her from us, but from which she completely recovered. She also had a broken arm at one time. Other than that, she never had serious health problems. As she aged, however, dementia became a problem. Her short term memory became non-existant. We adjusted our lives to care for her at home, as long as we could. Then her care became more than we were capable of at home, and she had to move to a nursing home. She actually made friends there with several of the patients and the nurses. Although she didn't remember them from day to day, they loved her dearly. A severe case of pneumonia took her home for the last time.
Because of her, we came into this world, and without her, our lives will never quite be the same.
She started out in life the hard way, growing up during the Great Depression. She was oldest of five children born to Fred and Alice Jones. Her father and mother worked at a textile mill to earn a living for themselves and their children. When she was a child, she and her brother picked cotton by hand to contribute to the family's wellbeing.
In 1954 she married Clinton Hiley. She was the mother of five children: Billie, Fred, Lynda, Juanita, and Clinton. Her husband, and children Fred and Juanita preceded her in death. She had six grandchildren, and twelve great-grandchildren, and one great-great grandchild.
Other than the occasional job to pay a bill, my mother never worked outside the home. It brought her joy to care for her family and she was a top-notch cook. Every year she grew a vegetable garden and her home canned foods were a staple in our home. The peaches she put up every year, were the best. Family was very important to my mother, and when it became necessary, she assisted in the raising of her grandchildren.
My parents were soulmates and they completed each other. The one thing that consoles me about Mother's death, is that she and Daddy are together again, eternally. Their devotion to each other was timeless.
Mother's health was very good overall. She was rarely ill. She did have an aneurysm twelve or thirteen years ago, which almost took her from us, but from which she completely recovered. She also had a broken arm at one time. Other than that, she never had serious health problems. As she aged, however, dementia became a problem. Her short term memory became non-existant. We adjusted our lives to care for her at home, as long as we could. Then her care became more than we were capable of at home, and she had to move to a nursing home. She actually made friends there with several of the patients and the nurses. Although she didn't remember them from day to day, they loved her dearly. A severe case of pneumonia took her home for the last time.
Because of her, we came into this world, and without her, our lives will never quite be the same.
There will never be another person who will mean as much to me as my mom.
She started out in life the hard way, growing up during the Great Depression. She was oldest of five children born to Fred and Alice Jones. Her father and mother worked at a textile mill to earn a living for themselves and their children. When she was a child, she and her brother picked cotton by hand to contribute to the family's wellbeing.
In 1954 she married Clinton Hiley. She was the mother of five children: Billie, Fred, Lynda, Juanita, and Clinton. Her husband, and children Fred and Juanita preceded her in death. She had six grandchildren, and twelve great-grandchildren, and one great-great grandchild.
Other than the occasional job to pay a bill, my mother never worked outside the home. It brought her joy to care for her family and she was a top-notch cook. Every year she grew a vegetable garden and her home canned foods were a staple in our home. The peaches she put up every year, were the best. Family was very important to my mother, and when it became necessary, she assisted in the raising of her grandchildren.
My parents were soulmates and they completed each other. The one thing that consoles me about Mother's death, is that she and Daddy are together again, eternally. Their devotion to each other was timeless.
Mother's health was very good overall. She was rarely ill. She did have an aneurysm twelve or thirteen years ago, which almost took her from us, but from which she completely recovered. She also had a broken arm at one time. Other than that, she never had serious health problems. As she aged, however, dementia became a problem. Her short term memory became non-existant. We adjusted our lives to care for her at home, as long as we could. Then her care became more than we were capable of at home, and she had to move to a nursing home. She actually made friends there with several of the patients and the nurses. Although she didn't remember them from day to day, they loved her dearly. A severe case of pneumonia took her home for the last time.
Because of her, we came into this world, and without her, our lives will never quite be the same.
She started out in life the hard way, growing up during the Great Depression. She was oldest of five children born to Fred and Alice Jones. Her father and mother worked at a textile mill to earn a living for themselves and their children. When she was a child, she and her brother picked cotton by hand to contribute to the family's wellbeing.
In 1954 she married Clinton Hiley. She was the mother of five children: Billie, Fred, Lynda, Juanita, and Clinton. Her husband, and children Fred and Juanita preceded her in death. She had six grandchildren, and twelve great-grandchildren, and one great-great grandchild.
Other than the occasional job to pay a bill, my mother never worked outside the home. It brought her joy to care for her family and she was a top-notch cook. Every year she grew a vegetable garden and her home canned foods were a staple in our home. The peaches she put up every year, were the best. Family was very important to my mother, and when it became necessary, she assisted in the raising of her grandchildren.
My parents were soulmates and they completed each other. The one thing that consoles me about Mother's death, is that she and Daddy are together again, eternally. Their devotion to each other was timeless.
Mother's health was very good overall. She was rarely ill. She did have an aneurysm twelve or thirteen years ago, which almost took her from us, but from which she completely recovered. She also had a broken arm at one time. Other than that, she never had serious health problems. As she aged, however, dementia became a problem. Her short term memory became non-existant. We adjusted our lives to care for her at home, as long as we could. Then her care became more than we were capable of at home, and she had to move to a nursing home. She actually made friends there with several of the patients and the nurses. Although she didn't remember them from day to day, they loved her dearly. A severe case of pneumonia took her home for the last time.
Because of her, we came into this world, and without her, our lives will never quite be the same.
