My mother was something. She had a big personality and never met a stranger. She taught me many things, one of which was to love people and roses.
I never realized the true impact of her life on others until after she was gone. I received the following email from a cousin after my mother’s funeral. It just proves to me more than ever that even the smallest things we do and say have a huge impact on others. She was indeed a precious rose in the garden of my life and her physical presence is missed daily. Her spiritual presence is alive and well in my heart and in my garden where her favorite roses now bloom in the splendor of happy memories……
From my cousin Vickie Mashburn Mangrum – March 2006
“I had come to Nashville with Granny Gallian, and for some reason I rode back to Lawrenceburg with your Mom. I was shy, but always impressed by the way she carried herself and dressed. I probably starred at her a lot. LOL Anyway, on this one particular trip, I was so in awe, I couldn’t tell you who, if anyone else was in the car with us. Back then steering wheels in cars weren’t padded, so each time her hand would lift from the wheel and return it would make a clicking sound from her rings. I swear I can still hear it! It was as if she knew I was mesmerized by this sound because it seems it went on the whole trip. I don’t remember speaking at all. Just sitting in the passenger side starring at all her beautiful rings, and telling myself, one day I want to be a lady like that. I know when I grew up and started driving, and to this day, I try to make my rings click like hers did. It sounds so silly, but for some reason that memory has never left. Any time I want, I’m that little girl sitting in the front sit of your mom’s car, completely oblivious to my surroundings except her. Hhhmm, I wonder if that’s why I’m a girly girl today???”
Happy Mother’s Day To All!