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No matter how old…no matter if “it is for the best” letting go of one’s mother is something I don’t think any person really ever comes to terms with. I am always touched by the writings of people who share stories about their mother. My mother, Mary Ruth Horn Dickey, has been dead 12 years today…sometimes it seems like yesterday and others like decades ago…I was blessed with a strong willed mother who put God first, family and friends second…but she also “loved the little children of the world”…she had so much compassion for others. “Mrs. Mary Ruth or Mrs. Dickey” was always doing something for someone else…from a young age, I learned by example to reach out to those less fortunate…not to judge…and not to talk about others. Now, I am not saying I always did what she said…I am saying I grew up knowing what one should do!
As I grow older, I think I miss my mama even more. In the past several months so many times I have just cried wishing I could ask my mama “what do I do?” But you know what…usually, I know what my mama would have said…or how she would have guided me. I miss not being able to talk to her…share my life with her…share my children and grandchildren with her…but I am so thankful and blessed to have lived near my mama all my life…what a gift…I never left her except to go to college (now, that can be a bad thing too, ha).
My sister sent a note to our family about my mama this morning and I wanted to share it with you. I appreciate your allowing me to think and talk about my mama on the 12th anniversary of her death, May 21st.
“My Darlings,
You might have remembered that today is the 12th anniversary of Mama’s
death. This morning, when sitting at the table in our breakfast area, I
looked out and up at the bluest sky you have seen. Immediately, I
thought of the sparkling and loving blue of Grandmama’s eyes, especially
when she looked at her precious family. Not a day passes that I don’t
think about her and am so thankful for her and her unconditional love.
She was truly “the wind beneath my wings” as she was for you, too. I
thank God that she was my Mother.
Love you devotedly,
Linda, Mama, Aunt Linda, LaLa
P.S. Blue hydrangeas are beginning to be on the bushes. We wanted the
flowers on Mama’s casket to reflect her love for life and to have some
flowers from her yard combined with the flowers from the florist. I
recall that we used magnolia leaves and magnolias from her yard, as well
as hydrangeas from Glady’s yard. Ruby Galey remarked that she had
never seen a prettier floral arrangement on a casket. It was perfect
for Mama.”
One of the many wonderful things my sister does is that she shares with the family certain important dates in our lives that we might otherwise forget. Sharing with others is a great things to do…my sister is keeping history alive…and teaching history to generations that follow.
Mama would have loved this beautiful day…the blue skies…the sunshine…the cool breeze…in later years she would sit on my porch and watch the cars go by…in younger years, she was running the world! Mamas are such a blessing…give yours a hug today…call her…tell her you love her…don’t miss a chance to thank her…because one day you will be like me…it is too late.
She was a sweet lady and I miss my mother too. Just wish I could have one more long talk with her…
Thanks for sharing..
Sallye Wade
Sue,
I love this! She was such a jewel and a treasure. I am so glad that I got to call her my grandmama! Loved her. I am so thankful that Mom sends notes to us about dates and things. It is such a wonderful trait of hers. Love you!
Another “rock” in the town of Magee, like your mama and my cousin Mary Ruth, has
passed on to greater glory. Mary Ann McCarty. It was women like these two and so many others who made Magee a town worthy of living in. Newly married, they stayed or settled here after World War II and, with pride and faith and direction, helped put Magee on the map. Mary Ruth was local and there will never be another like her. Truly one of the strongest women in ability, will and accomplishment I’ve ever known. Mary Ann came from South Carolina, newly married, and helped build one of the most successful businesses in Mississippi. Magee will never see the likes of women like these again.